The young man's status is causing a stir on social networks

"When I saw my wife cleaning up the vomit, I should have run to hug her and comfort her, but I just cowardly put my hand on my forehead and cried"...

A status about "men at the drinking table" by a young man named Nguyen Nhat Truong (24 years old, Dong Anh, Hanoi) is causing a stir on social media. After nearly a week of posting, the status has had 217,000 likes, 73,000 shares, and more than 41,000 comments.

Truong said this is a true story of his best friend. Truong has been married for 2 years but has just moved out to live on his own. When he first moved to the new house, he often invited his friends over to drink and eat. But after a while, Truong did not see his "best friend" calling to invite him to his house like before.

"I would never have known the reason behind his actions if it weren't for the drinking party that day," Truong shared.

Nguyen Nhat Truong, author of the viral status.

The 9x guy confided: "When I heard him tell the story, I also saw myself in it, it's just that I didn't have a wife. I also felt uncomfortable when I saw my stepfather drunk, talking about all sorts of things, then vomiting and my mother had to clean up. I understand that feeling. I'm not sure if I can behave exactly like my friend in the future, but every time I go out to eat and drink with friends, I will remember what my mother had to do, and remember my friend's story, to know when to stop."

Below is the story of a young man that awakened many husbands:

At first, he often invited friends to his house to play (mainly to drink, party...). Every few days, then less often, until now, for a whole month he hasn't invited anyone to his house. Today, he took him to a restaurant, someone put his arm around his shoulder, blew his breath reeking of shrimp paste into his face and asked harshly:

- Forgot about me?

- No! - It laughed.

- Why haven't you called us to your house for a drink?

- You guys know? - He said in a low voice. I can't remember how many times I got drunk, but I know who is always the one to clean up the mess after each time you and I get drunk.

The guys were silent and looked at him in surprise. He didn't seem to care and continued to mumble:

- My wife, of course, every time you guys finish drinking and get up to go home, I go to bed, she cleans up by herself. One time, I got drunk with you guys late at night and lay down on the sofa. I woke up in the middle of the night to see my wife with one hand pulling a big basin full of dishes, the other hand holding a broom, cleaning up my vomit in the middle of the house... From afar, I still think I can see tears in her eyes.

At that time, as a man, I should have run to hug my wife and comfort her, but I was so drunk that I could barely breathe, so I could only lie there, do the cowardly thing of putting my hands on my forehead and crying, promising myself that I wouldn't do that next time...

Wife busy preparing for drinking parties with husband and friends. (Photo for illustration purposes only)

It continued to mumble:

- When I say this, you may think I'm afraid of my wife or weak or something. But I'm telling the truth, I know for myself that I love her, not that I'm afraid.

- Hey! What are you talking about? Are you drunk? Drink up! - I held out my beer to my friend, intending to end the topic.

- The drunken man's words are the truth! Let me finish! - He brushed it off and continued to mumble, his voice low as if he was reciting a prayer.

When I was young, every time my father brought his friends, uncles, and aunts home to drink, I would see my mother cleaning up the piles of dishes they had laid out, and then my father would get drunk and mumble, cursing my mother and then me for no reason. I loved my mother very much, and hated my father every time he got drunk. I promised myself that I would never do that again, but I made the same mistake, making my wife suffer every time I got drunk.

- Let him get used to it!, one guy interrupted.

- I married a wife to live with and take care of each other, not to serve me! - He argued.

- Your wife is from the countryside, she is used to working hard, she is not a noble lady, why do you treat her so well? Someone said meanly.

- Because she suffered a disadvantaged childhood, I, as her husband, took her home and took care of her to make up for it.

Everyone was silent, no one argued with him anymore. Some laughed sarcastically, others bowed their heads in shame at themselves. Each person had their own thoughts, no one could bully the other. As for me, I admired him. The saying "women, compete with each other in their husbands" echoed.

According to VNE