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 A Marriage Built on Flaws

My name is Laura Brown. I’m a 40-year-old housewife who works alongside my husband. I grew up as an only child to parents who were both doctors and ran a highly respected clinic in our hometown. They showered me with affection. Although I chose a career in Pharmacology over medicine, they supported my decision.

Tragedy struck our family 8 years ago when my mother died in an accident, leaving my father and me heartbroken. During those difficult times, Brian, then my boyfriend, was my pillar of support. We met through a mutual friend. Brian proposed 3 years after my mother’s passing.

Brian worked as an ordinary salary man in the food and beverage industry. Despite my higher earnings, I believed that love would help us surmount any challenges. My father was thrilled when I announced our engagement.

He said: “I have seen how Brian supported you, Laura.” “Thank you so much.” “Please continue to take care of her.”

Brian promised my father, Standing Tall.

“I will make her happy.”

I felt a surge of happiness standing beside him, convinced of our bright future together. But when we visited Brian’s family to announce our engagement, his mother, heavily made up and a divorcee herself, looked me over critically.

She asked: “Marriage, huh?” “You’re Brian’s choice?” “Isn’t she a bit plain for you and older too?” “Wouldn’t a younger woman be more suitable?”

Her words were like a cold splash of reality in my dreams. Brian’s retort caught me off guard when his mother questioned whether a younger and prettier girl would suit him better.

He replied: “Mom, Laura works at Gold Pharmaceuticals and her dad is is a doctor who runs his practice.”

He said this, focusing more on the financial aspects of my background than my personal qualities. His mother’s demeanor quickly shifted to one of approval.

She responded: “Oh Brian, you should have mentioned these important details sooner.” “That changes everything.” “I’m happy to approve of the marriage.” “Nice to meet you, Laura, and thank you.”

With his mother’s approval secured, Brian was elated. Yet despite the smooth progress towards our marriage, I felt a lingering unease.

As we prepared to officially register our marriage, my father, who was not only a doctor but also a property developer, presented us with a generous wedding gift. It was an apartment in Philadelphia, USA.

I shared the exciting news with Brian: “Dad has given us this apartment as a wedding gift.” “It’s our new home.” “Let’s live here happily and peacefully together.”

Brian’s smile radiated happiness, marking the beginning of our married life. However, the reality of married life soon revealed unsettling truths. Brian, who had lived with his parents until our marriage, seemed almost entirely incapable of handling household chores.

He couldn’t cook, was clueless about operating the washing machine, and showed no interest in learning. His habits were messy. He left garbage scattered around and never bothered to clean up. While I was committed to sharing household responsibilities evenly, Brian’s carelessness only increased my frustration.

During our first year of marriage, I shouldered all the household duties. Although it was our honeymoon phase, the burden of managing both work and home life alone wore me down. By our second year, I reached my breaking point and decided it was time for a serious discussion about sharing household duties.

I gathered my courage and expressed my dissatisfaction to Brian, hoping for some understanding or willingness to change. To my dismay, his response lacked both gratitude and reflection.

He said dismissively: “I’m tired from work too.” “You’re much better at chores than I am.” “It’s better if you handle them since I’m not good at it.”

Dismissed so casually, Brian continued to avoid helping with the chores, leaving me to manage our home almost single-handedly. As our marriage progressed, I found myself increasingly bearing the burden of our household responsibilities.

But that wasn’t the only challenge I faced after marrying Brian. I also discovered that his mother had some demanding expectations. Brian never showed much interest in celebrating seasonal occasions. So I decided to send a thoughtful gift to his mother for Mother’s Day.

I chose a high-quality scarf and a bouquet of carnations, thinking she would appreciate the gesture. However, her response left me bewildered. She called me sounding displeased and criticized the scarf for not being a luxury brand item.

I attempted to explain the quality of the scarf, but she dismissed my explanation. She insisted that she only wanted gifts from renowned luxury brands. Feeling bewildered, I relayed the incident to Brian when he returned home, hoping for some support.

Instead, his response was dismissive: “It’s just a scarf.” “Just do as she says.”

From then on, to avoid conflict, we resorted to giving her cash as she demanded. Moreover, by our six years of marriage, Brian’s mother began to visit our home frequently, often finding reasons to ask for money.

Brian without hesitation would always oblige, handing over money with a smile. Despite my having a job, Brian’s income was modest, and managing our finances became increasingly difficult. Driven by desperation, I began to dip into our savings and cut living expenses.

Despite my frustrations, I reminded myself that Brian’s mother had supported me during tough times. As the mother of someone I cared about, I felt compelled to endure the challenges. Now in our 7 years of marriage, I continue to manage all household chores and the demands for money from my mother-in-law.

During this routine, my father, whom I hadn’t seen in some time, called me unexpectedly. The news he shared during our rare meeting was heart-wrenching. He revealed that he was suffering from terminal cancer and that treatment was no longer an option. Overwhelmed with shock, tears spilled from my eyes.

My father gently stroked my head, comforting me as he did when I was a child, and softly said: “Laura, this is fate.” “Let’s accept it quietly.”

Faced with this devastating news, my days became a relentless juggling act of work, household duties, and visits to my father’s Hospital. While my job provided some flexibility, managing the household remained a challenge.

When I informed Brian that I would be caring for my father during this difficult time, he showed no reaction or willingness to help. This left me to navigate these hardships largely on my own. Dealing with my father’s sudden illness was overwhelming, and Brian’s lack of support only added to the strain.

All he could muster was: “Please do your best.”

He visited my father in the hospital just once. With my attention fully on my father’s care, I had little energy left for Brian. If I had any time to spare, it was only natural that I wanted to dedicate it to my father.

One day as my father lay weak in his hospital bed, he asked me out of the blue: “Laura, how is your marriage with Brian going?”

His question caught me off guard. Reflecting on Brian’s indifferent attitude at home and his mother’s demanding behavior, I found myself at a loss for words. My hesitation must have spoken volumes because my father gently told me.

He advised: “Laura, you don’t have to endure all this.” “Think about your happiness.” “Don’t worry, you won’t face any hardships After I’m Gone.”

His words brought tears to my eyes. I wept as he held my hand firmly and silently. 4 months later, the inevitable happened. My father passed away quietly amidst immense sorrow. I began arranging his funeral.

Brian, however, seemed detached from my grief and offered no help with the preparations. Despite this, I was too occupied with the funeral details to focus much on Brian. Many friends and acquaintances came to pay their respects, making it a deeply moving farewell. Even the usually indifferent Brian and his mother attended.