"These years, haven't I treated you well? What you eat, wear, and use, isn't it all bought by me? What housework have I ever asked you to do? But what about you? More than once, you've cheated on me, fooled around, and I've forgiven you time and time again. Tell me, on what grounds are you asking for a divorce?"
Hearing the woman's accusations, the man's face turned red instantly. He even began to avoid the gazes of the people around him, afraid of seeing disdain on their faces or hearing them call him a "kept man" or "scum."
"I'm tired! I've had enough, alright?" The man struggled violently, wrenching his arm free. "Yes, I don't earn money! You're the one supporting the household, indeed! But why do you always put on that indifferent look, that wronged expression, huh? Isn't it just to make me feel guilty, to humiliate me, to make me feel like I owe you? Let me tell you, I've had enough! I've really had enough!"
