The Man Who Nurtures Me
Language: en
Scrolling through a forum at work, a post caught my eye: [I think my wife doesn't like me.] [She likes looking at my face, but whenever she sees my body, she looks away in disgust.] [She barely touched the breakfast I made this morning.] [And she forgot the bento box I packed for her... Does she not like me at all?] What kind of person is this? I thought, shaking my head. Then I reached into my tote bag for the adorable bento box my own sweet husband had made for me. I rummaged around. And around. Wait a minute. Where was my bento box?!