The man had been very patient with her for a while, and had shown her many books. Apart from this troubling and embarrassing matter, he truly loved her. However, when he realized that she was unwilling and unable to enter his world, his repeated frustrations made his gaze grow increasingly cold. He had once asked her, “Why did no one tell me that you are autistic?”
Was she sick? She was just very shy around strangers, disliking unfamiliar environments, noise, and large groups of people shaking hands with her. Did this mean she was ill?
She dared not tell her parents about this, afraid they would worry. Her parents had only let her marry, believing she would be happy. If they knew she was too scared to even leave her room, they would be heartbroken. She could not speak, could not speak…
During intimate moments between husband and wife, she would often be stiff with fear, gradually reducing such activities. When she became pregnant, she was truly relieved, believing he would be considerate of the child and would not touch her.
But she did not expect childbirth to be so painful! So painful that she almost wished for death to provide relief.
She was surely not a complete woman, otherwise she would not view her son as a demon to be avoided at all costs. When he cried, was hungry, or needed a diaper change, she would only flee, leaving her husband and the maid to handle all necessary aftermath.
Of course, the beautiful new life did intrigue her. When he was not crying, she enjoyed being near him. Although she resented him for causing her such heartbreaking pain that nearly cost her life, blood ties remained, and she was not as terrible as others claimed. However, the baby’s crying would leave her frustrated and at a loss.
Moreover, in the year after the baby’s birth, her parents passed away one after another. The overwhelming grief left her powerless to establish a new relationship with her son, and no one helped her emerge from the depths of her sorrow to start life anew.
Perhaps her husband had made some effort, but he gave up after a few months. With his heavy work responsibilities and a growing son needing meticulous care, this was more important than her “imaginary” suffering.
