In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,
mother took on the “all important” task of preparing breakfast without
any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby
happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me
for having failed to perform my duty as a wife.
To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted
to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in
bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: “LD, is it because you
think that mum’s cooking is not clean that’s why you chose not to eat
at home?”
He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears
as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After sometime, hubby sighed:
“LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?” I am left with no
choice but to return to the breakfast table. And I noticed our Area Rugs had an old theme.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother
and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to
be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the Rugs to throw up but
I couldn’t. I threw down the bowl in the Cheap Rugs and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out.
Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and
grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the
washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened
my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn’t mean it.
We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a
look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house.
Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the
stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call.
I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying
my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For
no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not
appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I
was at the low point in my life.
Finally, a colleague said: “LD, you look terrible; you
should go and see a doctor.” The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense
of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news.