You sit in your suburban living room, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the cinnamon-sugar muffins you baked earlier.
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The walls are adorned with family photos, capturing moments of laughter and joy, yet you feel hollow inside, as if those smiles are a mask for the monotony of daily routines. You think about the life you’ve built—a life filled with school drop-offs and the endless cycle of laundry—that feels increasingly unfulfilling. In the quiet moments, you wonder if there’s more to you than just being a caretaker, longing for a deeper connection to yourself beyond the roles of housewife and mother. You are sad right now, but your children and husband are coming back for dinner. You decide to:
[[Cook dinner for your children and husband]]
[[Call a healthy takeaway for them, because today you are so sad and not willing to do any cooking]]You cook dinner for you husband and children, waiting for them to come back.
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As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow through the kitchen window, you set the table, your mind racing with thoughts of the conversation to come. You hear the familiar sound of the garage door opening, followed by the cheerful chatter of your children as they rush in, their energy filling the space. Your husband joins them, and you gather everyone around the dinner table, a comforting routine that grounds you. As you serve the meal, you catch their curious glances. You clear your throat and speak to your husband,
[[“I plan to hang out with my friend tomorrow evening. Could you please cook the meal for our babies?”]]
[[I want to hang out with my friend tomorrow evening. I would prepare the meals for my children before I leave？]] You call a takeaway and enjoy your afternoon chatting with your friends and watching movies.
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As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow through the kitchen window, you set the table, your mind racing with thoughts of the conversation to come. You hear the familiar sound of the garage door opening, followed by the cheerful chatter of your children as they rush in, their energy filling the space. Your husband joins them, and you gather everyone around the dinner table, a comforting routine that grounds you. As you serve the meal, you catch their curious glances. You clear your throat and speak to your husband,
[[“I plan to hang out with my friend tomorrow evening. Could you please cook the meal for our children?”]]
[[I want to hang out with my friend tomorrow evening. I would prepare the meals for my children before I leave.]] Your husband begrudgingly agrees to take care of the kids while you go out, his unpleasant expression revealing his displeasure. As you head to the café, guilt washes over you, but you push it aside, determined to enjoy your evening with friends.
At the cozy café, the warm atmosphere embraces you, and laughter fills the air as you share your struggles and desires for a life beyond motherhood. You talk about:
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[[Wishes to change the current situation and enjoy your life a bit more. Do not just Struggle between housework.]]
[[Your children just got 98 out of 100 in the Math exam.]]
Your husband begrudgingly agrees to take care of the kids while you go out, his unpleasant expression revealing his displeasure. As you head to the café, guilt washes over you, but you push it aside, determined to enjoy your evening with friends.
At the cozy café, the warm atmosphere embraces you, and laughter fills the air as you share your struggles and desires for a life beyond motherhood. You talk about:
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[[Wishes to change the current situation and enjoy your life a bit more. Do not just Struggle between housework.]]
[[Your children just got 98 out of 100 in the Math exam.]]
In this moment, you understand that being the perfect mother and wife doesn’t mean losing yourself entirely. As you gaze out the window at the stars, you silently vow to find a way back to the woman you once were, hoping to reclaim the life that feels just out of reach.
[[Start Again]]Your husband begrudgingly agrees to take care of the kids while you go out, his unpleasant expression revealing his displeasure. As you head to the café, guilt washes over you, but you push it aside, determined to enjoy your evening with friends.
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At the cozy café, the warm atmosphere embraces you, and laughter fills the air as you share your struggles and desires for a life beyond motherhood. You talk about:
[[Wishes to change the current situation and enjoy your life a bit more. Do not just Struggle between housework.]]
[[Your children just got 98 out of 100 in the Mathematics exam.]]
You share your thoughts with your friends, expressing your desire to reclaim your identity beyond motherhood. You discuss the possibility of pursuing hobbies, taking classes, or even just carving out time for self-care—activities that have long been sidelined.
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Your friends respond enthusiastically, encouraging you to take Yoga class with her every Tuesday and Thursday evening. You consider this as a great way to relax from the life of a housewife and to socialize with others. However, that means you cannot cook dinner for your children and husband. You say,
[[Oh, sorry, I cannot come. I have to cook for my husband and children]]
[[Yes! I am happy to join you. ]]You share children's score with your friends, expressing your happiness. You discuss the dishes cooked for your children on weekdays, asking about what can you improve on doing housework.
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Your friends say that they do not do cooking on Tuesday and Thursday evening, because they are going to Yoga class together. They encourage you to take Yoga class with them every Tuesday and Thursday evening. You consider this as a great way to relax from the life of a housewife and to socialize with others. However, that means you cannot cook dinner for your children and husband. You say,
[[Oh, sorry, I cannot come. I have to cook for my husband and children]]
[[Yes! I am happy to join you. ]]As you smile and nod along, a sense of restlessness grows within you. The stories of sleepless nights and chaotic mornings resonate deeply, but they also serve as a reminder of what you’ve sacrificed. You leave the café feeling a mix of comfort and unease, knowing that while you cherish your children, the yearning for your own identity lingers just beneath the surface. The road ahead feels daunting, and the struggle between your roles as a mother and as an individual weighs heavily on your heart, leaving you to grapple with the question of how to reclaim the life you once envisioned for yourself.
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[[Start Again]]The yoga studio feels warm and welcoming, with soft lights and a nice smell. You lay out your mat and get ready to relax. As the instructor guides you through the poses, you can feel your stress fading away, leaving you feeling refreshed and more in touch with yourself.
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After yoga class, as you chat with your friends, the topic of work comes up. You take a deep breath and share, [[“You know, I quit my job to focus on the family, but sometimes I feel a twinge of regret.”]]
A sense of resignation washes over you as you settle into the familiar rhythm of preparing meals. Chopping vegetables and stirring sauces, you immerse yourself in the task, the act of cooking feeling both comforting and burdensome. You push aside thoughts of your own desires, focusing instead on the immediate needs of your family.
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In the quiet moments after dinner, as you clean up and put everything away, the weight of your sacrifices settles heavily on your shoulders. You can’t shake the feeling that while you’ve fulfilled your role as a devoted mother and wife, the woman you used to be is slowly fading. And in the depths of your heart, you begin to wonder if this sacrifice, though made out of love, is worth the cost of losing yourself entirely.
[[Cook dinner for your children and husband]]Your friends look at you with understanding. “We do this. Women always quit jobs for family. This is ordinary.” one says.
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You explain how, while you love being there for your kids, you often miss the sense of purpose your job gave you. “It’s like I traded one kind of stress for another,” you admit. “Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, I
[[need to find my human identity and not just motherhood."]]
[[do enjoy my life now as a mother, though.]]
[[think it is a right choice to give up my work which brings me self fulfillment.]]
After much contemplation, you decide that it might be time to return to work. The thought fills you with a mix of excitement and anxiety. You imagine the sense of purpose you'd feel again, but the worries quickly creep in.
How will you balance work and family? Will your husband support this decision, or will he feel overwhelmed with the added responsibilities? You think about your children—how will they adjust to having you out of the house more often? The idea of missing important moments in their lives weighs heavily on your heart.
You consider,
[[I still want to become a career woman]]
[[may be I lack the skills for working now. I would just stay at home. I don't really have to care about self-fulfillment. I have to be a mother.]]"Do I realy enjoy becoming a mother?" You think. If I go back to work. How can I balance work and family? Will my husband support this decision, or will he feel overwhelmed with the added responsibilities?"
You think about your children—how will they adjust to having you out of the house more often? The idea of missing important moments in their lives weighs heavily on your heart.
You consider,
[[I still want to become a career woman]]
[[may be I lack the skills for working now. I would just stay at home. I don't really have to care about self-fulfillment. I have to be a mother.]]After quitting your job, life shifts to a new rhythm filled with laughter and play as you immerse yourself in your children’s activities. You relish the moments spent helping with homework and attending school events, but the absence of your professional identity leaves a void. While the fulfillment of motherhood brings joy, feelings of isolation and financial concerns occasionally creep in, causing you to question whether you made the right choice to sacrifice so much into your family.
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[[Start Again]]Choosing to become a career woman again, you dive into the job search with determination. You update your resume, browse job listings, and network with former colleagues, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety about reentering the workforce. As you explore opportunities, you realize you need to recover your skills, so you enroll in online courses and attend workshops to brush up on industry trends and techniques.
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Though the future feels uncertain, you are fueled by a desire to achieve and regain your professional identity. Each step forward, whether it’s mastering a new software or refining your interview skills, fills you with a sense of purpose. You know the path ahead may be challenging, but you are committed to fulfilling your ambitions, ready to embrace the unknown and carve out a space for yourself in a world that once felt daunting.
Congratulations! You get into the best ending. This means you had never chosen to engage yourself in family for more than 2 times. Remember to be independent beside being a mother!After the Yoga class, you go home. Finding out that your husband has left the dishes for you to wash, you feel tired. The weight of your sacrifices settles heavily on your shoulders. You can’t shake the feeling that while you’ve fulfilled your role as a devoted mother and wife, the woman you used to be is slowly fading. And in the depths of your heart, you begin to wonder if this sacrifice, though made out of love, is worth the cost of losing yourself entirely.
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You sit in your suburban living room, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the cinnamon-sugar muffins you baked earlier.
The walls are adorned with family photos, capturing moments of laughter and joy, yet you feel hollow inside, as if those smiles are a mask for the monotony of daily routines. You think about the life you’ve built—a life filled with school drop-offs and the endless cycle of laundry—that feels increasingly unfulfilling. In the quiet moments, you wonder if there’s more to you than just being a caretaker, longing for a deeper connection to yourself beyond the roles of housewife and mother. You are sad right now, but your children and husband are coming back for dinner. You decide to:
Cook dinner for your children and husband
Call a healthy takeaway for them, because today you are so sad and not willing to do any cooking