I Opened My Husband's Book Written to Commemorate Love, Only to Discover the Heroine Wasn't Me
Language: en
The sixth time my husband mixed the used cooking oil with my homemade lard, I lost my temper. My son disapproved, "Mom, why are you so emotionally unstable? Dad just mixed up the oils." When he asked to go to school during his vacation for the umpteenth time, I told him he didn't care about family. My son complained that I was unsympathetic, "Dad's earning money for the family, he must have his reasons." Later, my husband became a renowned author and was interviewed for a documentary. After filming all the footage, the director casually interviewed me and asked about my wishes. I…