I didn't know when he hooked up with Andrea and began frequenting the kind of places he once called dirty.
Then he seemed to have changed completely and always found me displeasing, picking fights with me.
For example, he said the soup I made was so sour it could break teeth and that even pigs wouldn't drink it.
But he had been drinking that soup for many years.
He also said I was incredibly stupid and couldn't even mop the floor properly, causing him to slip and fall heavily at home.
But he fell because he was drunk and unsteady on his feet.
Over the years, I had always been grateful to him for accompanying me through my dark and gloomy teenage years and for taking care of things when my parents died in a car accident.
I was thankful for the comfortable life he gave me and for his respect and care in the past.
So, every time he picked on me and argued with me, I would give in to him.
I thought that since he bore the burden of the company, he was already very stressed.
And since I wanted to be a virtuous wife, I should be more tolerant and understanding of him.
So, every time he finished scolding me, I would try to talk him down gently like a humble servant.