After three years of a second marriage, I honestly believe I haven't been unfair to the kids, buying shoes and clothes, never neglecting them.

When the child got into a fight with classmates, I couldn't help but say a few words to him, but before he could speak, my wife directly stormed out of the room:
"Who do you think you are to control my son? If you can't stand it, let's just part ways early."
The lively living room instantly became deathly silent.
I looked at them mother and son standing together,
and at that moment I suddenly realized,
in this restructured house, I am just a financial supporter and helper.