Taking my wife home to ask for advice, the next morning I looked at my father-in-law’s post on FB and I turned pale…

Taking my wife home to ask for advice, the next morning I looked at my father-in-law’s post on Facebook and I turned pale… Honestly, I didn’t expect it to go so far.”

My name is Dung, 32 years old, and I am currently working as a technical manager for a construction company. My wife – Trang – is a kindergarten teacher, three years younger than me, gentle, gentle, and quiet. We have been married for nearly three years, and have no children because my wife is undergoing endocrine treatment. Although there are sometimes small disagreements, in general, the couple’s life is quite peaceful.

Until that evening.

I came home from work late, tired, and as soon as I got to the door, I saw Trang sitting on the phone, and dinner had not been cooked. The kitchen was cold, and the food was still in the bag to go to the market that had not been removed. I was mad:

“What are you doing all afternoon?” Not cooking, not cleaning, still sitting on the phone?

Trang looked up, her voice tired:

“I told you, I’m tired today. At noon, I went to the hospital, the doctor changed the medicine…

I grunted:

– If you’re tired, you have to know how to arrange! You can’t have a hot meal when you come home from work, is this called a wife?

We quarreled, loudly. The big ego in a man makes me not humble. At the climax, I exclaimed:

– If you live like this, go back to your parents’ house! Thanks to grandparents to teach again!

And I really took Trang to my parents-in-law’s house in the night, still in anger. I didn’t beat her, but the words I used at the time were cold, hurtful, and insulting.

Trang didn’t say much. She quietly gathered some things, got in the car with me and went back to my hometown—nearly 40km from Hanoi.

My wife’s parents welcomed their daughter back with surprised eyes. I said directly:

– Parents advise their daughter to help her. I got married to have a true wife, not someone who just knows how to lie down and complain and leave everything.

Without letting my father-in-law react, I got in the car and went straight to Hanoi.

The next morning, I opened Facebook as a habit. As soon as I scrolled down, I saw the latest post by my father-in-law — a man in his 60s, who rarely writes anything publicly. But this time, he wrote very long.

The post reads as follows:

“Dear son-in-law,

Thank you for bringing my daughter back when she needed someone by her side the most.

I don’t want to interfere in your own affairs, but today, I have to speak up—not to criticize, but to let your child understand that there are things that if you don’t know how to recognize them, they will lose more than they can.

My daughter is not a perfect person. But she is a wife who knows how to love, endure, and sacrifice. The only thing is that its “knowing” sometimes makes people think that it is weak and lazy.

Did you know that yesterday he had to take his third hormonal injection in a month? That medicine makes people tired, like they are drained of energy. However, in the morning he still teach, in the afternoon he took advantage of the market to go to the market, but when he got home, he was stunned and collapsed by the bed.

He didn’t blame me, just said: “I must have done something wrong, to make me so angry.”

Do you blame him for not cooking rice? It was at fault for not giving notice, I agreed. But have you ever asked why he is tired? Do you know how many hours after each injection, he has to lie motionless to avoid endocrine disorders?

Husband and wife, not just angry, bring each other back to their parents. That’s not how adult men behave.

You may not be empathetic, but at least, be fair. Don’t let one day, the person who understands and loves you the most is tired and leaves, at that time it is too late for you to fix it.

I’m not angry, but I’m disappointed. Very disappointed.

— A father.” **

I finished reading it and was stunned. His eyes were bitter, and his heart seemed to be strangled.

What did I do? Am I still a trustworthy husband? I have never asked my wife about the treatment, how the medicine is. When I saw that she was tired, I shouted, demanding to “return to the place of manufacture” as a defective item.

That night, I called. Trang did not pick up the phone. I texted, only receiving one sentence back:

“I need time to think. Being your wife, I’m too tired.”

I sat quietly on the balcony all that evening, my heart was confused.

Every word in my father-in-law’s article was like a knife to my heart—but not out of anger, but because I knew he was right. I lived too superficially with my own head on my hands and knees. I knew that Trang was undergoing treatment, but I had never accompanied her, never asked in detail how the medicine made her tired. All I care about is… hot meals are available after the end of the shift.

At this time, I realized that I had never really understood my wife.

Three days passed. I called and no one answered or texted, but Trang only answered briefly and politely. I drove to my parents-in-law’s house, but Trang was not there. Her mother-in-law said that Trang asked to come to a friend’s house to teach for a few days to “think for a while”.

I don’t blame her. I blame myself.

A week later, I decided to take a three-day leave. Without telling anyone to know, I quietly went to the clinic where Trang was being treated to ask. After a while, I learned about the medication she was taking—the one that had severe side effects: nausea, dizziness, fatigue, even mild depression. The doctor also said:

– We always tell family members to come along. With the help of others, the patient’s spirit is stable.

I felt a throbbing sensation in my chest. While other couples go through this stage together, I… only know how to demand.

That afternoon, I stood in front of the gate of the kindergarten where Trang taught, waiting for her to finish her shift.

Seeing Trang come out, her gait was tired, her shirt was slightly wrinkled, and her hair was tied up in a hurry. A glance touched each other – Trang paused.

I walked forward and said softly:

“Can I talk to you for five minutes?”

She was silent for a moment, then nodded. We went to the small water bar next door.

I’m not circling:

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for being so heartless and too hot-tempered. I read my father’s post… You know, you’re wrong.

Trang pursed her lips. Her voice was gentle but distant:

“I don’t need you to apologize. I need you to understand. Not through the words of others, but from his own observation and sharing every day.

“You’re trying to understand…” I choked up, “I’ve gone to the clinic and asked the doctor. I know you’re tired, very tired. And he knew he was too bad…

Trang exhaled, pursed her lips trying to hold back her tears. I could clearly see the edges of her eyes turning red.

“You behaved like a selfish husband. When I needed you the most, I turned away coldly. I act as if you are a lazy maid, not a wife. Brother…

I couldn’t speak anymore. Choking throat. I saw her turn away, tears falling.

“I don’t blame you… It’s just that I’m scared. I’m afraid that if I have children in the future, I will be weaker and more tired, then I will also… abandoned me like that.

–Not. Never again. He swears. “I know the promise sounds cheap now, but I’m not going to leave you alone. I was wrong, but I don’t want to lose you just because of my stupid ego.

We were silent for a long time. Finally Trang said:

– I don’t want to get a divorce, but I don’t want to go home right away. I need time, to trust you again.

I nodded. Although she didn’t immediately receive a hug or forgiveness, at least she opened a small door for me to walk closer.

A month later, I started to change. Not just in words, but in action.

I took the initiative to pick up Trang after teaching, buy the right medicine prescribed by the doctor, and find out by myself the right diet for the person who is undergoing endocrine treatment. On the weekend, I went back to my hometown, cooked a meal by myself and then invited my parents-in-law to eat. That meal, I got up in the middle of the table, bowed my head and said:

– I’m sorry to my parents. I behaved recklessly and thoughtlessly. I promise, from now on, if you make Trang cry again, your parents can make you… to sign the application immediately without any further reason.

My father-in-law looked at me. After a while, he nodded and said:

– No one is not wrong. The important thing is to know what is wrong, and correct it. Try to keep your word.

Trang sat next to me, for the first time since the day we broke up that day, smiling at me. A tired but gentle smile. I know, I still have a chance.

Three months later, we had a follow-up examination together. Positive results. Trang started treatment in a more positive direction. I continue to follow closely, no longer complaining about rice soup and houses. I understand that: a wife is not to serve, but to accompany.

There are mistakes that make people have to trade with time, be patient to be forgiven.

I once almost lost Trang, just because of my heartlessness for a moment. And I will never let that happen a second time.