With a heavy heart, I secure the chains around my husband's wrists and ankles, binding him to the toddler bed. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. "Why are you doing this?" he asks, his voice trembling. I take a deep breath, my expression stern. "You've been acting like a child for far too long," I say, my voice steady. "It's time for you to learn what it means to be a responsible adult." I turn away from him, my heart aching with sadness.As I walk out of the room, I can hear him crying softly, his sobs echoing through the empty house.
