I now understand why they say: “When poverty knocks at the door, love flies out of the window.”
I work, I cook, I wash, I clean, and I take care of the baby.
I just can’t do it anymore.
I want a break from my life.

Yes, I know that we are considered to be well-off, and that there are many others who are actually poor,
But usually in that case, the woman doesn’t have a job.
In order for a woman to work, she needs to be more than just well-off.
So that she could afford a nanny to watch her baby while she’s at work, and someone to help her with housework so that she can work in the first place.

My colleagues had an intervention to tell me that I’d changed.
“You aren’t like how you used to be.”
“You don’t work,” and “You treat people poorly. Every time someone asks you about something, you become irritable.”
And “Don’t worry, we’ll help you out, but just treat people better.”

I don’t know what to do, and he won’t change.
I’ll give him the electricity bill, and he’ll be too lazy to go and pay it.
I’ll give him the phone bill, but he’s too lazy to go pay that too.
I don’t know what to do.

What’s even worse is that I’ve discovered that most married women share the same complaint.