Summary
While slacking off at work, I suddenly came across a post:
“I feel like my wife doesn’t like me.”
“She likes looking at my face, but whenever she sees my body, she turns away in disgust.”
“And she doesn’t like the food I cook either. This morning, she barely ate a few bites before heading to work.”
“She didn’t even take the loving bento I prepared for her… Does she not like me?”
How could someone be like that?
I marveled, clicking my tongue.
I reached into my canvas bag to look for the loving bento my baby had specially prepared for me.
I rummaged around.
No.
Where’s my loving bento?!