The Cost of Boundaries
Language: en
Accidentally drank my husband's coffee, he suddenly flew into a rage, scolding me for having no Boundaries. But when we were poorest, we shared a cup of Ramen Noodles bite by bite. I finally realized, the one accompanying me now is no longer that boy from the past. I shared with him good things bought on sale at supermarket, he told others I was born with a poor fate. I wore old clothes, he mocked me for embarrassing him, later I bought new clothes, he said I was imitating others poorly. Finally, I proposed divorce. He was impatient: "Just because I said a few words about you, you…