The day before yesterday, I worked overtime until 10 p.m. and finally got home.

My wife was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, her face dark, questioning me:
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
I tactfully replied:
“Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have...”
My wife stood up angrily:
“Shut up! You know what? Get down on your knees!”
I lowered my head, afraid to speak, and slowly knelt down...
Seeing that I didn’t even have time to take off my shoes, I obediently knelt on the ground. My wife was somewhat satisfied and asked:
“Why did you transfer money to your dad again? You earn only 8,000 a month, give 7,000 to the company, and transfer 1,000 to your dad. Are you going to drink northwest wind next?”
I weakly replied:
“My dad needs to have hemorrhoid surgery... he doesn’t have money right now...”
My wife suddenly jumped up from the sofa, walked over, and slapped me across the left cheek:
“He’s an adult, and he doesn’t even have money for a minor surgery? How embarrassing...”
I couldn’t help but interrupt my wife:
“That’s because my dad used all his savings to make the down payment on this house for us!”
“Shut up!”
My wife slapped my right cheek again.
“Did I tell you to talk back?”
The atmosphere was extremely cold...
My wife took five minutes to calm down, then spoke to me in a calm tone:
“Delete your dad.”
I knew I couldn’t get past this, and with a weak and exhausted feeling, I took out my phone...
Seeing my reaction, my wife got even angrier.
She walked over and threw my phone on the ground.
I looked at the screen, distressed, as the corner of my phone was shattered. It had been with me for five years...
“Did I tell you to delete him? You good-for-nothing!”
“Next, I’ll punish you to sleep in the study for a month, and you’re not allowed to come into my room!”
After saying that, my wife didn’t look back and went into the master bedroom, slamming the door shut.
I knelt on the ground, unable to extricate myself for a long time.
Why has life suddenly become like this?
Am I still a man…?