There are moments in life when hope and joy shine so brilliantly that you believe nothing can ever tarnish them. I vividly remember the overwhelming elation I felt in the early days after our baby was born—a time when the sound of a tiny heartbeat filled our hearts with endless possibility. My husband and I envisioned a future brimming with shared dreams and tender moments, confident that our little family would grow in love and harmony. Yet, as often happens, life’s cruel twists have a way of shattering even our most cherished illusions.
This is the story of the day everything changed: the day I returned home from a business trip expecting warmth and order, only to find our sanctuary in utter chaos. It was the day my husband refused to invest in a new washing machine—opting instead to promise his mother a vacation—and forced me to wash everything by hand.
