"You are a shameless lazy woman. Whose daughter-in-law lies in bed for three days without doing any work? It is really an embarrassment to our ancestors and an embarrassment to your mother!"
Indeed, I have been lying in bed for three days. The old woman outside, my mother-in-law, is right, but the reason why I have been lying in bed for three days is because her precious son is a domestic violence man.
And I am that unfortunate woman who was domestically abused, or that is who I used to be.
Because to me, this scene should have happened a week ago. And I should be a dead man.
Before I died, my last consciousness was a week later. I finally couldn't bear this difficult life anymore. Whenever I thought it was miserable enough, or thought he would definitely change, reality would always give me a hard punch. Finally, it happened.
I took a bottle of pesticide from the shelf in the store and cooked my last dinner carefully. Then I only felt pain. The only thing that made me happy was hearing someone wailing with me. The only person I'm sorry for is my poor child.
When practicing writing, the goal is to create an ending. (I almost collapsed at the beginning of writing... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Rolling around... Tearing my hair)
Sorry, I'm rude. (Smile)
Intention: struggle