My Husband Orders Me to Wait on His Family

Every Christmas Day, my mother-in-law, Maren, would bring her daughter, Zola Robinson's family, to stay at our house for a month.

During this period, my father-in-law, Benson, would look down on me, Maren would oppress me, and Zola's two children would bully my daughter to tears.

This year, Zola's son even sent a message to my daughter in advance. "I'm going to molest you, just wait."

I asked my husband, Ayden, not to bring them over, but as soon as I got off work, I saw his family had already arrived.

I was utterly disappointed.

I picked up the phone and called my mom. "Help me get my visa ready. I want to go home."

In response, Ayden pulled out a piece of paper covered in a dense list of ten thousand words of requests for celebrating Christmas.

"You need to buy a large amount of meat for ravioli. This year, we must prepare a lavish feast so we can prosper together next year.

All the window screens need to be taken down and washed to bring good fortune for Christmas.

Well, my parents will also be coming to stay, along with my sister's family. Make sure to wash the sheets and blankets in advance."

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My mom was efficient, even using her connections to expedite my visa process.

"If you want to come back, just say so. I can arrange accommodation for your family."

I told her it would just be me and my daughter.

"Mom, I want a divorce."

There was a long silence on the other end, followed by a sigh, "My kid, if you're saying this, you must have been wronged. Then come home, come back to me."

I had been silently enduring here for so many years, but just because of my mother's words, my tears burst out in an instant.

"Hang in there, sweetheart. We'll see each other in three days."

I cried uncontrollably.

Ayden came over, frowning, "What are you doing? It's almost Christmas Day, and I'm swamped. How do you have time to make phone calls? I've arranged everything you need to do for Christmas. Hurry up."

I looked up and couldn't help but ask, "Can't you see I'm crying?"

Only then did he glance at me, "Oh, why are you crying?"

He was so indifferent, not even willing to take a second look.

At that moment, I was completely disillusioned.

"It's been so long, shouldn't you be done crying by now? It's almost Christmas, we have a lot to do."

He handed me a piece of paper, instructing me to prepare the festival gifts.

"Go buy a large amount of meat for ravioli. Get some chicken, beef, and other food. We must prepare a lavish feast so we can prosper together next year. And buy some good wine, last year's wasn't up to par, and I was so embarrassed. This year, we must have a hard liquor."

He also had a list of chores, detailing that I should clean the entire house.

"All the window screens need to be taken down and washed to bring good fortune for Christmas.

Well, my parents will also be coming to stay, along with my sister's family. Make sure to wash the sheets and blankets in advance.

My mother likes the sunny room, so we gave it to her. My dad likes watching TV, so we should move the living room TV to his room."

...

There were countless rules and many of them were extremely demanding.

But I agreed without hesitation.

After all, I was leaving in three days, and none of this would be my responsibility anymore.