Life after resignation, in their words, was “comfortable.”
My mother-in-law kept saying women should be full-time housewives—just a little housework, the rest of the time eating, drinking, and enjoying life.
I strictly followed her words. I slept until I naturally woke, ordered five-star hotel takeout when I didn’t want to cook.
When she asked me to mop the floor, I simply called a housekeeper.
Her face turned dark immediately.
But I threw her own words back at her.
“Mom, are you saying I shouldn’t live this way? Then maybe I should go back to work.”
She was forced to pull an awkward smile.
Soon, my dressing table was filled with luxury skincare products.
Unable to hold back, she pointed at the bottles and jars, demanding:
“Emily! You don’t work anymore, yet you spend so lavishly? Can these things feed us?”
I looked up at her with a smile.
“Mom, you’re the one who told me a woman should treat herself well.”
I picked up the most expensive cream and applied it to my face.
“Besides, haven’t you been using this too? I saw how great it worked on you, so I bought some for myself.”
She was speechless, only managing a furious glare before slamming the door on her way out.