He said his sister was preparing for an important exam and needed a quiet place to study, so she got the second bedroom.
And I ended up sharing a less-than-10-square-meter room on the enclosed balcony with him.
I loved him, so I agreed.
Thankfully, the house I bought before the wedding was almost finished being renovated, and soon Robert and I could move in and finally have some time for ourselves.
At first, his family treated me fairly well, and for a moment, I thought I was the happiest person in the world.
I imagined that after the baby was born, I would take her and Robert back to my parents' house, showing them that I hadn't made a mistake.
But when I was four months pregnant, and his mother found out the baby was a girl, her attitude changed.
Not only did the nutritious meals stop, but she also started scolding me.
She said I was useless, that they had spent 88,000 to marry me, and I couldn't even bear a son.
I complained to Robert, hoping for a few comforting words.
But he looked at me with disdain and said, "Isn't my mom right? If you could manage to have a boy, my mom would spoil you."
Then he turned back to his phone, smiling.