I Slapped My Husband.
I was forced to do the act and I don't feel guilt because he deserved it.
The last two weeks were not easy for me. I was under the blame of the selfish person in the house—actually not just the selfish but also an irresponsible person.
The problem started two weeks ago when I had a lot of work pressure and spent more than 10 hours of a day in the workplace. During that time, I begged my husband’s time to help me out with house chores to share my burden.
My daily routine was quite hectic. I left the house by 7 am to catch the bus for the workplace and reached the office by 8.15 am. My manager bombarded me with a hell of a lot of work just because he did not want to hire someone to save the cost (shitty office matters). I wrapped up the office thing by 6.30 pm and caught the bus home. In between the travel, I took a short nap to re-energize myself to finish my household works.
On the other hand, my husband had the liberty to work from home for the entire week with as usual work. He had to cook his lunch some days when I missed cooking because either I packed the dinner for both of us or sometimes, we ate sandwiches at night. Generally, I used to prepare dinner and lunch together to ease packing in the following day.
Our hearts speak the same language.
During my busy schedule, my husband cooked food for me and some days, he vacuumed the house. I appreciated his efforts, and after coming home, I helped him arrange the kitchen and settle up the items like the TV remote or the scattered items in the living room.
After a week of this routine, I hugged my hubby after my arrival and asked him about his day and work, nothing new, just like a usual thing.
He threw the newspaper on the table and went inside the bedroom. I thought he might have a bad day at office work. I followed him to the bedroom and asked him, “Honey, what happened? Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I am pretty well.”, he replied. I gave him some space and got freshened up.
After a while, I asked him, “What do you want me to cook for dinner?”
“Dinner is ready. Could you go and have it? Whenever I want, I will eat.”, he yelled.
I sat next to him and moved my hands on his back, and asked, “Honey, please tell me what’s wrong?”
“Now, you will say, I am exhausted. I am going to bed. Do you have anything else to do? Only I am the one who does everything here. What do you do?”, he blamed me that I forced him to household works.
I frightened by the blames he made on me. How can he say I am good for nothing.
The argument had started now. His point was, I asked him to help me with household work, and he took it just like he only does everything, and I just come home, eat dinner and go to bed.
The argument had gone so far, and he started talking rubbish. I had to slap him harder to bring him to reality. He had gone mad and literally was trying to justify his points.
The moment I slapped him, I was on fire. He left the living room and carried his anger to the bedroom. It took me 30 mins to digest what just happened? I strolled to the room and held his hands, and said sorry.
I listened to his concerns and expressed mine too. We had to come to a consensus to make this fight over, and we did it.
Now, we share our responsibilities, and I ignore the small arguments to avoid such consequences.
Was I wrong? I am not sure, but it fixed our problem for now.
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