"You're supposed to be my wife, but you sure don't act like one."

it was the thing he would always say before leaving to stop the argument. It was hurtful — but also truthful. The thing is: you don't know how to cook, clean in cleanliness, organize, style yourself, or even have good taste. And that's the worse thing a man could ever leave for, you're basically the definition of laziness.

slowly, you could see your man, Jun, slowly being distant; cold, comes home late, busy, and always drunk. It was all because of you — not caring. Little by little, you were slowly staring to have care for everything. Slowly learning to cook, clean, style, organize, and have good taste. You learned how to proper use make up, always washing your face and making sure your body odor doesn't smell.

one day, Jun came home early, only to find you cooking.

".. What're you doing..?" - he said, startled.