— I told you I’m tired! — he raised his voice. — You’re a woman, and it’s your duty to cook for me. And look at this mess. My mother always managed everything, even when she was sick. But you modern women have all become so weak…

His words cut into my heart. On one side the fever, making me want to just close my eyes and disappear, on the other the humiliation coming from my own husband.

…That’s when my patience broke. I couldn’t take it anymore and did something I don’t regret. 😲😲 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇

I didn’t answer him anymore. I just picked up my phone and, with trembling hands, dialed my mother’s number. When I heard her voice, I couldn’t hold back — the tears rolled down my cheeks.