The dark months.

For three days, my husband didn't come home, nor called. I'm angry, I think since the day my mother-in-law came up here, I've been humiliated enough, what else do I want? But strangely enough, I'm still nauseous, I don't feel good about anything to eat, in addition to housework, my mood is terrible. Then a colleague told me, "Rodi, you look bad, go see a doctor."

The doctor said I was pregnant. I understood that morning why I was vomiting, in a sense of happiness mixed with a little complaint, my husband and my mother-in-law had given birth, why didn't they think of the reason? At the hospital gate, I met my husband.

It's been three days since I met my husband. I was supposed to turn you straight, but you look so poor, I can't afford to call you back. My husband heard a voice and saw me, but he acted like he didn't know me, and in his eyes there was only hatred, and that look hurt me.

I told myself, don't look at him, not at him. I pushed my hand to a taxi passing by. I was hoping to say to my husband for one hour, "Brother, I'm about to give you a baby!"and by you hanging up, turning around happy, what I dreamed would not happen, on the taxi, my tears slowly dropped down.

Why does a fight make love so bad? After I got home, I lay in bed remembering my husband, remembering the hatred in your eyes. I hugged a corner of the blanket and cried. That night, there was a noise in the house that opened the drawer. On the light, I saw my husband's tearful face. He's taking the money.

I looked at you coldly, and I didn't say anything. You don't have me, take the money and the savings book and go. Maybe you've really decided to leave me. What a wise man, a man of love and money. I laughed a few times, and the tears rolled down.

The next day, I didn't go to work. I'm gonna move my whole mind, go find my husband and talk to him once and for all. To my husband's company, the secretary looked at me a little strangely, and said, "Chan's mother has a car accident, she's in the hospital."

I opened my mouth and ran to the hospital, and when I found my husband, my mother-in-law was dead. My husband didn't look at me, your face was a serpent.

I watched my mother's skinny, white, blue face come back, and my tears flowed, my God! What's going on like this? Until the time of her burial, my husband didn't say a word to me, even every glance carried a deep hatred.

As for the car crash, I had to ask someone else to find out, my mother and I left the house and went to the bus stop, she wanted to go back to the country, the more my husband followed you, the faster he went, as he crossed the road, a bus hit you...

I finally understood my husband's hatred, if I didn't vomit that morning, if we weren't arguing, if... in his heart, I was the one who indirectly caused your mother's death.

My husband quietly packed things up in my room, and every night I went home drunk. And I was suffering from my poor self-esteem and regret that I couldn't breathe, and I wanted to explain to you, to tell you that we were about to have a baby, but looking into your cold eyes, I swallowed all the words. You'd rather hit me one battle or blame me one, even if it wasn't my intention.

Day after day, my husband came home late and late. I insist, I think you're better than a stranger. I'm the knot in my husband's heart.

One time, I walked through a European diner, through the glass window layer that stretched from the ceiling to the ground, I saw my husband sitting in front of a young girl, and he gently touched the girl's hair, and I understood it all.

At first I was shocked, then I walked into the grocery store, standing in front of my husband, looking at him, with his eyes dry. I don't want to say anything, I can't say anything. The girl looks at me, looks at my husband, stands up and wants to leave, my husband puts his hand on you, sits down, and, you look at me too, not bad.

I can only hear the sound of my heart beating, beating one at a time, to the green edge of death. The loser is me, if I keep standing like this, me and the baby in my belly will fall together.

That night, my husband didn't come home, and he used that to tell me, "With the death of my mother-in-law, our love is dead."

My husband doesn't come back. One day, when I went home to work, I saw my closet touched, and my husband came back to get some of your stuff. I don't want to call my husband, even the original idea of explaining everything to you, is now completely gone.

I live alone, I go to the pregnancy clinic alone, every time I see prudent husbands and wives go to pregnancies, my heart is broken. My co-worker was trying to get me pregnant, but I was determined to say no, I was insane about having this baby, as a way of compensating for my husband's mother's death.

When I went home from work, my husband