Three years have passed since I started living in my husband's parents' house, and I was living a happy life surrounded by my serious husband and kind father-in-law. The only trouble was that the couple's working time was short, but I could not confide in her husband. After a light work that night, my father-in-law came when I was sighing in the kitchen. His father-in-law could hear the creak of the bed and could see through my frustration. And my father-in-law said that I would take responsibility and approached me.
