After long days at work, I came home to constant complaints about the house from my husband. Twelve-hour shifts, cooking, cleaning, and caring for the kids went unnoticed — until he said, “I don’t care about your job.”
That was the last straw. I wrote down everything I do every day — work, chores, caring for the family — and handed it to him. Then I asked him to do the same. He froze. Silence filled the room.
I told him: “I will no longer carry this burden alone. If you can’t show care or respect, I don’t need to stay.” For the first time in a long while, I felt my strength and voice return.
