I’m Yukari. A few nights after staying at my parents’ house, my husband showed up. When my dad opened the door, my husband demanded that he send me back home. However, my dad calmly invited him inside. My husband kept screaming at me just like before, but my dad stopped him and demanded to know why he was pushing all the housework onto me. Furthermore, when asked about his plan for the chores and childcare during my upcoming hospital stay, my husband completely shut down and couldn’t answer a thing. As my dad pressed him further about throwing the trash bag at me, my husband was left completely speechless.
Called out by my dad for throwing the trash bag, my husband tried to make excuses. My dad calmly pressed him further, asking, “Would you have still thrown it if it were something heavy and dangerous?” When my husband immediately denied it, my dad drove the point home, saying, “So you decided it was okay just because it was a trash bag.” Completely outargued, my husband went pale and was left speechless. My dad told him to get out, and my husband walked away without a word. I was filled with gratitude toward my dad, feeling deeply relieved yet incredibly conflicted inside.