After she left, I used our anniversary as an excuse to upgrade Ethan's gaming equipment and treated him to a fun late-night snack. It included all the things he liked but wasn't usually allowed to eat, like skewers, cola, steak, and more.
I bought all that food from the best places in town. Ethan loved it after one bite. With no one to restrain him, he indulged even more. As a dutiful wife, I naturally bought it for him daily.
After feeding him like this for a week, I noticed he was going to the bathroom more frequently. I started to scold him in Mia's tone.
"Honey, stop playing games. They make you lose your motivation.
"Stop eating late-night snacks. They're bad for your stomach. Mom told me to make sure you eat lightly."
I emphasized the words "eat lightly" clearly. Ethan frowned as soon as he heard it.
Ethan's digestive system had been weaker than most since birth. Even drinking a cold glass of water in the summer would give him diarrhea, so Mia had always strictly controlled his diet.
Since childhood, Ethan has always eaten lightly at home. Unfortunately, Mia wasn't a good cook.
But to ensure Ethan got enough nutrients, she forced him to finish every meal.