My husband abandoned me on the roadside during childbirth to join his parents on a vacation. He laughed off my pleas, saying I could handle the hospital trip solo

Honestly, I’ve always found your cooking lacking. Again, he always compares me to his mother. Doesn’t he realize how hurtful these comparisons can be? I can’t eat this.

Go buy something. Hearing this, my heart sank further. What does he think of me? It’s already night, and I’ve taken a bath.

Can’t you go buy it yourself? Forget it. You forgot to buy beer yesterday. Didn’t prepare dinner today.

It’s so frustrating. I’m going back to my parents’ place. David stormed out and left alone in the house.

I strangely felt a sense of relief. The next morning, as I expected, I received an angry call from David’s mother. How can you not serve David a proper meal? This feels like moral harassment, if not worse.

I explained what happened yesterday, but she wasn’t accepting it. So, I apologized and ended the call. After the call, my mood plummeted.

Since David wasn’t home, I decided to have a leisurely late brunch. However, the thought of David coming back tonight weighed on my mind. Considering yesterday’s events, I decided to make tonight’s dinner special.

I shopped with more care than usual, picking out ingredients and adding David’s favorite beer to the cart. I was determined to prepare a dinner that would earn David’s praise. I shortened my blog update time a bit to allocate more time to cooking.

After dedicating ample time to preparations, the table was set beautifully, as if it was a special occasion. Looking at it, I felt a sense of accomplishment and couldn’t help but praise myself. With this, he should definitely be satisfied.

I waited patiently in the dining room for David to come home, but as time passed, there was no sign of him. I tried contacting him several times via my smartphone, but there was no response, and I became more worried as the clock continued to tick. One hour, then two hours passed, and I began to get anxious.

Did he possibly go to his parents’ house? Thinking this, I called David’s parents to check, but they said he hadn’t come there either. I tried calling David multiple times, but still, there was no response. As midnight approached, just when I was considering contacting the police, a staggering David returned home.

He seemed clearly drunk. I’m home, hiccup. I rushed to the entrance in concern and found David lying on the hallway floor.

What happened? Are you okay? Hearing my voice, he responded angrily, too loud, go away. He then staggered towards the dining room. When I tried to support him, he forcefully shook off my hand.

Don’t touch me. Don’t come near me with that ugly face. To think you’re my wife.

In his drunken state, he spat out those words and then just lay down right there. Those words were beyond shocking. Why? Why can’t he consider others’ feelings? His remarks hurt me deeply, and I was filled with thoughts of maybe he no longer sees me as family.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I put so much effort into cooking. It was all for nothing.

With that thought, I had my dinner alone and enveloped in loneliness. The next morning, David woke up as if nothing had happened. My head hurts.

I guess I drank too much. But why did you leave me in the hallway? You chose to lie down there, David. It’s not my fault.

Aren’t you my wife? At least take care of me when I’m drunk. David’s words made me wonder why he always blames me right away. If you weren’t going to eat at home, you could have at least let me know.

I have prepared a nice meal, and I called you multiple times. Why didn’t you answer? Then David replied nonchalantly. My drinking party from the day before got rescheduled to yesterday.

Do I have to report everything? Besides, you know how hard it is to pick up the phone during a gathering. Think about my situation. With every word David said, my heart got colder, and my expectations of him diminished…