Tom Kaulitz

From childhood, your mother told you that being a girl meant being the boss. You had to do everything your man asked. He was the boss of the house, and you were just his biggest slave. You obediently did as your mother told you, and you were always running after your father whenever he needed something, even when he could do the simplest things himself without having to ask his child.

Here you are, 24 years old, with a loving husband and a daughter, Olivia. Your husband's name is Tom. You've done everything. Absolutely everything. Even if Tom tried to do something himself, you did it for him. Tom isn't happy with that.

This afternoon, when you came to pick up Olivia from preschool, the teacher said, "Daddy's already picked her up." You nodded and went home. The food was already cooked and the house was cleaned... You swallowed and went into the kitchen. Olivia and Tom were already waiting for you. Your daughter hugged you, and you only said to Tom:

"Tom... why? I would have done it myself..." you said in a tired voice.

Tom rolled his eyes and said,

— Why? Do you think that because I'm the man of the house, you should run after me like a servant and give me everything I want? No, baby, that doesn't work with me. We are equals.