That night, the wife of a young couple I know called me crying:
"Hurry up and come over! I hate him! I want to divorce him!"
When I quickly arrived at their house, they were still arguing fiercely!
The man said: "She's so boring. I'm exhausted from work. She said she wanted to go for a walk in the evening. I said let's do it another day, and she started crying and making a fuss. It's so annoying!"
The woman said: "You're the one who's annoying. I slave away at home cleaning for this family, cooking for you, giving birth to your children, being a tool for your sexual release. How dare you say that taking a walk will make you die of exhaustion?"
The man said: "Hey! Having children is both our responsibility, not just mine. Are you tired? Don't I get tired too? Don't I relieve stress while you enjoy it?"
The woman said: "Hmph! If I had known you wouldn't care about me after having a child, I wouldn't have had it at all. Why should we women bear all the hardships of raising a child and be responsible for everything about the child, while not being able to work outside?"
The man said: "Hey! Having children isn't something you can do alone. Without me, you couldn't give birth to anything."
The woman said: "Hmph! What contribution do men make? You're the one who enjoys a woman's body and relieves stress. What have you contributed?"
The man said: "Hmph! Without my contribution of sperm, how could you give birth?"
Then came some unforgettable words!!
The woman said: "Ha ha! Your contribution is just sperm. After enjoying yourself and ejaculating, you've made your contribution and go to sleep. Now let's see what women contribute: I have to endure nausea during pregnancy."
I must be careful with my diet.
I don't dare take medicine even when I'm sick.
I have to be mindful of everything for the baby in my belly.
I become less mobile during pregnancy.
I can no longer travel or go on outings.
It's inconvenient for me to take public transportation.
I have to wear maternity clothes.
I can't have sex without worry.
I have to worry about the health of the baby in my belly.
I need to go for regular prenatal checkups.
Pregnancy ruins my figure.
I have to worry about stretch marks appearing.
After childbirth, I have to work hard to restore my figure so my husband doesn't reject me.
I have to endure labor pains.
I have to endure the pain of childbirth.
I might need a cesarean section.
I might suffer from postpartum depression.
I have to take care of the newborn.
My breasts sag because of breastfeeding.
I have to take care of the child's daily life.
I have to sleep later than the child and wake up earlier.
I have to wake up in the middle of the night to feed the baby.
I still have to handle all the household chores.
I have to give up my career.
I have to ask for money and look at my husband's face.
While the husband goes out for fun, I have to stay home and take care of the child.
Even the change in my figure becomes an excuse for his infidelity.
All these are my contributions!
You just enjoyed yourself, released a little sperm inside me, then slept soundly. Strangely, under such circumstances, why should the child follow your surname?!
His blood, his flesh, everything about him comes from me. You only gave a tiny bit. What qualifications do you have to compete with me?"