Looking at my disheveled hair, still wrapped around my concerns for you, how can I possibly let go of your place in my heart!
"Dad, actually, when I'm telling you these things today, it's not to blame you. I just hope you can figure out for yourself whether what you've been doing is right or wrong. Do you really see my mom as your wife?
Think about it for yourself, how much suffering and pain she has endured over the years, yet she has never spoken a word about it because she knows she has to rely on her own efforts, step by step, until finally living a life different from others. I don't understand what kind of reason makes you so heartless to choose to hurt her.
She is your wife, she is not a god, let alone a Saint. She can't possibly remain smiling and cheerful when her husband neglects her. Even I couldn't, so why can't you consider her predicament from my mom's perspective? Why can't you empathize with how exhausting and painful her life is?
