The young man's status update went viral on social media.

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

A status update about "men at drinking parties" by young man Nguyen Nhat Truong (24 years old, Dong Anh, Hanoi) is going viral on social media. After nearly a week of being posted, the status has garnered 217,000 likes, 73,000 shares, and over 41,000 comments.

Truong said this was a true story about his best friend. His friend had been married for two years but had recently moved out to live on his own. Initially, after moving to the new house, he frequently invited friends over for drinks and meals. But after a while, Truong stopped receiving calls from his childhood friend inviting him over like before.

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

Nguyen Nhat Truong, the author of the viral status update.

The young man, born in the 90s, further confided: "When I heard his story, I saw a reflection of myself in it, only I'm not married yet. I also used to feel uncomfortable seeing my stepfather drunk, talking nonsense, and vomiting, forcing my mother to clean up. I understand that feeling. I'm not sure if I can behave exactly like my friend in the future, but whenever I go out to eat with friends, I'll remember what my mother had to do, and remember my friend's story, so I know when to stop."

Here is the story of a young man that has served as a wake-up call for many husbands:

At first, he used to frequently invite friends over to his house (mostly for drinking and partying...). It was once every few days, then less and less, and now, he doesn't invite anyone over for a whole month. Today, I dragged him to a bar, and one guy put his arm around his shoulder, breathed a strong smell of shrimp paste into his face, and asked him sharply:

Have you forgotten about your friends?

"Not at all!" he chuckled.

- Why haven't you invited us over for drinks at your house in so long?

"You know what?" he said in a low voice. "I can't remember how many times I've gotten drunk, but I know who always cleans up the mess we make after each of our drinking sessions."

The others stared at him in astonishment, completely silent. He seemed oblivious, continuing to mutter:

- It's my wife, of course. Every time you guys finish drinking and leave, I go to bed, and she's the one who has to clean up all by herself. One time, after drinking late into the night with you guys, I was lying on the sofa, and in the middle of the night I woke up to find my wife dragging a huge basin full of dishes in one hand and a broom in the other, cleaning up my vomit in the middle of the floor... From afar, I think I could still see tears welling up in her eyes.

At that moment, as a man, I should have run to hug my wife and comfort her, but I was so drunk I could barely breathe, so I could only lie there, doing the cowardly thing of putting my hand to my forehead and shedding tears, promising myself that I wouldn't do it again...

The wife is busy preparing for her husband's drinking sessions with his friends. (Image for illustrative purposes only)

It continued to mumble:

- When I say this, you might think I'm afraid of my wife or weak or something like that. But honestly, I know that I love her, not fear her.

"Hey! What are you talking about! Are you drunk? Drink up!" I offered my friend a glass of beer, intending to end the topic.

"Drunk words are the truth! Let me finish telling the story first!" He brushed it aside, still muttering in a low, resonant voice, like reciting a prayer.

When I was little, every time my dad brought his friends, uncles, and cousins ​​home for a drinking party, my mom would have to clean up the mountain of dishes they'd left behind. Then my dad would get drunk, babbling and cursing at my mom and me for no reason. I felt so sorry for my mom and hated my dad whenever he was drunk. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again, but I ended up repeating the same mistakes, making my wife miserable every time I got drunk.

"Let him get used to it!" one of them chimed in.

"I married her to live with her, to care for and support each other, not to have her serve me!" he argued.

"Your wife is from the countryside, used to hard work and hardship, she's not some pampered princess that you need to be so considerate of," someone said sarcastically.

- Because she had a difficult childhood, I, as her husband, married her to take care of her and make up for it.

Everyone fell silent; no one argued with her anymore. Some smirked, others lowered their heads in shame. Everyone had their own thoughts, and no one could force anyone to agree. As for me, I admired her. The saying, "A woman's worth is measured by her husband," echoed in my mind.

According to VNE