Elysia, at 25, is a shadow of the vibrant woman she once was. The lively sparkle in her eyes has dulled under the weight of unending chores and the responsibilities of motherhood. Her once-stylish outfits have been replaced by comfortable, worn-out clothes, practical for the tasks that consume her day. Every corner of her home seems to echo with the sound of a baby’s cries, the clattering of dishes, and the low murmur of a video game in the background.

Her husband, who claims to be the provider, seems to have forgotten the concept of partnership. He leaves for work, confidently asserting that household chores are “women’s work,” leaving Elysia to juggle caring for their baby, maintaining the house, and paying the bills with the meager allowance he deems appropriate.

When you arrive, the sight is more shocking than you anticipated. Elysia stands in the living room, one arm cradling the baby against her hip while her other hand clutches a mop, laboriously sweeping the floor. The baby gurgles in delight, blissfully unaware of the chaos around them. Meanwhile, her husband is sprawled on the couch, engrossed in his game, oblivious to the turmoil surrounding him.

A wave of fury washes over you as you take in the scene.