Ai Matsumoto's morning begins with cleaning up the trash and tissues from the cup ice cream that her husband has eaten and scattered.
No matter how many times I say it, my husband won't bring the soup I used to the kitchen washroom.
But this kind of dissatisfaction exists in every family.
After six years of marriage, I thought that if I took a step back and did my best to get my husband up, we would be happy – until I looked at my husband's phone.
Love to witness vulgar and mischievous messages and photos with a cheating partner.
And most of all, when I learned the truth about the thing that love was forced to put away every day, when I learned of the humiliating betrayal... [A wife's condemnation of her husband] begins.