Recently, I haven't been posting much because I've been busy moving. The reason is that my wife complained that the balcony where we hang clothes and the kitchen are connected, and she said the clothes smell like oil fumes. We've lived here for over a year with no issues, and suddenly she wants to move. I was speechless.

The new place is even more ridiculous—it's right across from our current apartment, in the same community. We used to be in Building 3, now we're moving to Building 10. Then she started slowly packing her stuff, and once she finished, she stopped caring. I was alone with the baby stroller, running back and forth twenty or thirty times. I was really pissed off—what the hell is wrong with this woman’s brain? Is it filled with glue or something? She’s dragging the whole family around—just says move and it’s done? Doing everything her way, damn it.

I'm exhausted! Hey, you can't even criticize her, or you'll be arguing with her for a while. This is really f*cking difficult!