My Husband Called Me A Parasite

Synopsis

My husband said I was the family parasite. We had been married for five years. I quit my job to raise our child. He created a "Housewife Wage System" for me. $200 a month for living expenses. I had to cook, do laundry, take care of our child, clean the house, and look after his parents. I also had to write a daily work report, just like an intern at his company. If I failed the report, money deducted. If the meal didn't taste good, money deducted. Our child cried and disturbed his coding? Money deducted. Once, I had a 103°F fever. He frowned and said, "You can't afford to get sick. Do you know how much a nanny costs?" That day, he was at a company team-building event. I had a sudden appendicitis attack. I called him over a dozen times. He didn't pick up once. In the end, I was bleeding heavily in the hospital hallway, clutching my empty wallet, dying. In my fading moments, I heard him come home, reeking of alcohol. "Why so many calls so late? I was discussing work. Can't you be less clingy? You're like a parasite," he snapped. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day he announced the implementation of his "wage system."