How dare you use my tone of voice to talk to me like that?

I was shaking with anger and shouted:

“Mom! Let me tell you the truth! I am Kien Dan!

She is my daughter-in-law, our souls have been swapped!”

“If you don’t believe me, let me tell you some stories that only I know — when I was little…”

I talked endlessly about all kinds of private stories from my childhood to prove it,

but my mother looked at me like I was crazy,

no reaction, just kept cursing:

“What do you mean by opening your mouth and then shutting it again?”

“Are you crazy again?”

“This ragged woman, can’t stand not causing trouble for a day, right?!”

It was then that I realized — my mother had completely missed what I said about the soul swap.

I was not willing, tried to tell it again, but the more I said, the more my mother scolded me.

Okay… I get it.

This soul exchange is a secret known only to me and my wife,

Only heaven knows, earth knows, the two of us know — no one else believes it.

I am completely desperate.

Can only bow head admit mistake, humbly apologize to mother.

My mother and my wife took turns scolding me.

until both of them were tired from cursing, then each went back to their room to sleep.

I’m tired too, but numb tired.

Like a lifeless body, I dragged myself to my room and lay down to sleep.

The next morning,

I was treated as usual: a tiny boiled egg, along with a bowl of porridge as thin as rice water.

Before I could digest the food…

Mom dragged me out for a walk again!

…

I was so tired that I doubted life, my whole body was visibly exhausted, my spirit was broken into pieces.

But little did I know — this was just the beginning.

Something even worse was waiting for me behind.

The more the fetus grew, the more my belly swelled as if it were being pumped with air,

internal organs are compressed to the point of pain.

Especially the bladder.

I was embarrassed to find out — constipation and urinary incontinence.

My mother doesn’t care about these things,

every day make me walk at high intensity

From the moment she determined that I was carrying two girls,

she started yelling at me like crazy

Walking is also forced to increase intensity.

Why? Because only a healthy body can easily give birth naturally.

can soon prepare for the next pregnancy — to give birth to a son.

I am miserable beyond words,

Sometimes I feel so down that I have to text my wife to complain,

but what I received were even more venomous words.

I have no one to confide in,

can only bear all the physical pain and mental torture alone.

Meanwhile, my wife was leisurely and carefree.

She adapted to my work very quickly.

do better than me

She got promoted, got a raise, and now she doesn’t have to work overtime anymore.

I’m getting more and more jealous.

But I think she is benefiting from me.

Using my body for more than a month got a promotion and salary increase,

It is definitely the result of my previous accumulation.

Only thing is…

She earns 12 million a month,

yet still only give my mother 7 million for living expenses?

I just want a whole chicken leg!

7.

Pregnancy is becoming more and more torture.

I just realized — pregnancy is not an easy task.

Both physically and mentally tortured.

Especially during mid to late pregnancy:

heavy body, urinary incontinence, constipation, insomnia

Oh, and it also causes depression.

I began to regret how I had treated my wife before and said so many stupid things.

I texted my wife to apologize.

But she never replied.

I understand, she must be afraid that I will take a screenshot of the message,

Show it to my mother and reveal the secret of soul swapping.

Sigh…

I wonder when I will be able to have a heart to heart talk with my wife again.

Every day I live like I’m counting the hands of a clock, just waiting for the day of my birth.

My feet were swollen and my old shoes could no longer fit.

The belly is round and tight, with countless hideous stretch marks appearing on the skin.

The two “meat masses” in front also began to swell.

All signs point to — I’m about to give birth.

And then, on a normal yet painful afternoon,

I suddenly felt something was wrong below.

“Poof —— gulp ——”

Water flooded the floor.

I know — my water broke.

But even so, my mother did not call an ambulance.

do not call a taxi

She dragged me to the hospital on foot.

When I first walked a few steps it was fine,

But the longer I walked the more the pain became unbearable.

Luckily there was a kind brother who saw that scene and couldn’t bear it.

I had to take us both to the hospital to relieve some of the pain.

But happiness did not last long,

labor pains come in waves, piercing the heart,

made me gnash my teeth and cry out in pain.

“Aaaahh!!!”

It hurts!

I have never suffered this kind of pain in my life!

So this is what giving birth is like!

Much harder than I thought!

But now medicine has advanced —

anesthesia and that’s it!

The doctor examined me inside, and it hurt so much that I jumped.

But then he announced good news:

“Two centimeters dilated, one more centimeter and we can inject painless anesthesia.”

Great!

Anesthesia is coming!

You must know that giving birth requires a full ten centimeters of dilation!

I can’t stand it even two inches.

open to ten centimeters I will die on the spot!

Painless birth is truly the light of medicine, the savior of every pregnant woman!

But I didn’t expect — my mother wouldn’t let me!

“No! Anesthetic injections are harmful! What if it affects my ability to give birth to a grandson in the future?!”

Don’t risk it!

The Vuong family absolutely cannot have no descendants!”

I was scared to death and hurriedly begged:

“Mom, please… give me an injection…”

“No anesthesia, I can’t take it anymore!”

My mother snorted coldly:

“You’re the only one who makes such a fuss! When I gave birth at home, did I need all the fuss you made?”

“Who doesn’t give birth like that?”

“Bite your teeth and bear it!”

I am so desperate that I am like ashes without wind,

in my mother’s eyes, i’m clearly not as important as a nephew… i don’t know if that’s true or not.

The contractions became more and more intense,

I was in so much pain that my face was distorted and my five senses seemed to converge in the middle of my face.

I had to endure each contraction becoming more and more frequent,

sweat soaked back, whole body as if drained of strength.

Thinking about the future, I still have to give birth,

had to endure all this just to have a son,

I just wanted to… die right there.

“Kien Dan, you’re here!”

“This ragged woman is up to something again, insisting on injecting that useless thing called painless anesthesia!”

“From ancient times until now, has there been any woman who gave birth without pain? Who can’t endure it?”

“We can give birth, but it is not certain?”

“What a snob!”

My mother saw my wife and immediately told on her.

Every word was like a knife stabbing into my heart.

Compared to the pain of childbirth,

those insults are what hurt me the most

My wife looked me up and down,

as for me — lying on the hospital bed, no dignity left.

Finally, she coldly opened her mouth:

“Give her anesthetic.”

My mother frowned:

“The anesthetic injection is not good, later she still has to give birth to my grandson.”

My wife said calmly:

“It’s okay, medicine has advanced, anesthetics have no side effects.”

“I’m afraid that if she goes too far like this and can’t give birth and dies in labor, then she really won’t be able to give birth to a grandson.”

My mother heard it made sense and immediately agreed.

I felt like I was pardoned, my whole body relaxed and light.

But that joy only lasted a few seconds…

“It’s already six centimeters dilated, can’t inject anymore.”

My face darkened — I fainted on the spot.

8.

I woke up in pain.

Hands clutching the bed sheet, legs kicking wildly.

It feels like every pore is being painfully cut.

It was as if someone was hammering every bone in my body,

Each blow crushed the spinal cord and the soul.

Sweat pouring out like a shower,

I kept screaming and moaning.

“Ten percent open!”

“Stop screaming, save your strength! Regulate your breathing, don’t push yourself!”

“You push when I tell you to!”

“PUSH!”

“AAAHHH!!”

“PUSH!”

“AAAA!!!”

…

I hurt so much I wanted to die,

but for fear of more pain,

because I want the baby to come out faster,

Because to escape this hell one second sooner is one second less,

I can only listen to the nurses and doctors,

muster all the remaining strength,

push hard

Perhaps because of walking every day during pregnancy and poor diet, the fetus is small.

So it only took me half an hour to give birth naturally to two baby girls.

I looked at my two little girls and finally managed to smile in relief.

This is the first time I have seen such a lovely daughter.

These are two creatures born by me, my treasures.

I thought, after giving birth, suffering ended.

But I thought too simply.

Because after that there are also: perineal suturing, manual curettage of the placenta, uterine abdominal massage, lochia, milk stimulation…

All waiting for me.

And each of those things…

Both are more painful than giving birth.

Make my life worse than death.

I was wrong!

I was so wrong!

Giving birth is not as simple as “farting”, just one shot and it’s done.

It is the most terrible pain that man has ever experienced,

is a form of torture beyond imagination.

And worse yet,

no one understands, no one sympathizes, no dignity left.

Because of normal birth, recovery is quite quick.

just a few days later i was discharged from hospital

I started to “smack down” again.

Think of childbirth as just that — it hurts, but it gets over with.

I thought I would be blessed from now on.

But I was wrong.

Because taking care of a child is more difficult than giving birth.

Stimulate milk production, drink bone broth until sick of it,

eat all kinds of folk remedies until vomiting…

Then again and again, she was engorged with milk, fed, and lulled to sleep,

woken up in the middle of the night, had to lull again.

Want a good night’s sleep? Forget it!

Pain from stitches, urinary incontinence, and then a host of other embarrassing situations.

My mother mocked and ridiculed me for giving birth to two “useless” children.

Every single thing… drives me crazy.

Furthermore, since I did not give birth to a son,

my mother and my wife both do not care for the child

Even so as not to disturb my wife’s sleep,

My mother made me hold the baby and sleep in the living room.

All the tiredness of raising children,

I have to carry it alone.

Finally, one night near the end of the month of confinement,

I just lay down and was awakened by my child’s crying, I completely collapsed.

“I can’t stand it anymore!!!”

“I want to exchange souls with my wife!!!” — I shouted.

“BOOM ——”

A clap of thunder sounded outside the window.

My head was spinning,

I opened my eyes again and was lying on the big bed in the bedroom.

I looked at my hands, touched my face, touched my stomach — burst into tears.

Changed it back!

Finally changed back!

Being a woman is not easy.

Pregnancy, childbirth, and child rearing — are a hundred times more tiring than going to work!

9.

A few days later, my wife finished her confinement period.

The first thing she does after her period,

is — ask for a divorce.

The experience of soul exchange over time has made me understand and repent.

I am very sorry and willing to compensate for all losses.

I just hope she forgives me and stays with me.

But she did not agree.

Because — I can’t get rid of my mother.

I dare not argue with my mother, dare not disobey my mother,

and I still stubbornly want to have a son.

She is right.

I am a “mommy’s boy”.

As long as my mother is the decision maker in the house,

as long as i’m alive in my mother’s arms,

then the tragedy will continue.

I myself cannot be sure that one day,

I will forget the pain I experienced,

stand there and say careless things like:

“Having a baby is nothing, don’t make a big deal out of it!”

I also do not dare to guarantee that,

when there is a conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law,

I will not stand by and watch, or even join my mother in scolding my wife.

I can’t promise her a happy life.

So… we got divorced.

She is breastfeeding,

By law, she has custody of both daughters.

I gave her all the money I had saved over the years.

On my mother’s side, I forged a medical examination result,

said she had an incurable disease.

My mother believed — and agreed to our divorce.

After that,

My wife is increasingly successful in her career,

meet true love,

a family of four in harmony, living a happy and fulfilled life.

As for me,

After several layoffs, his career went downhill.

Then my mother fell ill.

I cleaned out all my money,

but in the end she still left.

I live alone,

go alone to the end of life

And I know —

All… is the price I have to pay.

I deserved this.