Matilda, The Ugly, A Romance (Abridged) by Joanne Okano (Chapter Five)

     He knew best.  He always did.  At least he said he did.  Why I don't know.  He was always putting her down and she was always putting him on a pedestal with a "yes, dear", you think but no, she had to mind out of his way, before he did her harm, and they left, she and the four children who looked like her but not like him, he said.  Why they left, he didn't know, he said.  Perhaps she didn't like washing the dishes.  It couldn't be that he put her down all the time and blank blank blank.

To Be Continued