Marriage, in the end, is a safe haven or a place where wind and rain meet. When I was a girl, I longed for marriage to be the beauty of life and the sweet home. Who has ever wanted to truly step into the dividing line of marriage, understand that life really begins to flicker, wind, rain and thunder and lightning, and ultimately leave one person in a mess in the wind. At the age of 30, I experienced a marriage. From the beginning, I was full of expectations. The girl who dreamed of how to teach each other in the future became a madman, a fool, and a shrew.
I met him through a blind date, and because of work, we became a weekend couple. I have basically no other emotional experience, just like silly and sweet in the eyes of others. I gave him full trust. I listened to what he said. Although there are differences, I still respect his opinions. And he is very good at coaxing. Whenever I send a message, he will reply in seconds. He thought he was just doing this to me, but later found out that he did this to everyone. I was dazzled by love. He was stingy. I told myself that he was married and became a family. He listened more to his parents. I told myself that he was a filial boy; he talked deceptively, and I told myself he likes to joke That's it... For about a year, we hurriedly stepped into the siege of marriage. Walking into the siege, all expectations and beautiful moments were shattered. I really began to understand how damn he was, how disobedient he was, how terrible he was. Joining in the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, I hate his attitude of listening to his parents in everything, no matter how his parents pick me up, how to blame me, he never defended me, but stood in the team of his parents and treated me in life. Picky in every way. Due to his parents' instigation, he drifted away from me and began to get in trouble outside. Even if the child was born, he would not care about the family. I dealt with the family alone. Three days of quarrels and fights, he ignores your hysteria and disdains the crying of children. I was so tired that I even thought about committing suicide, but looking at the child, I despised my cowardice. The fuse for the end of the marriage was that I once again found out that he had a woman outside, focusing on deceiving money and sex. He basically relied on women to support him for more than half a year, which ruined Sanguan and brought me down for the last time. I thought that when the incident was revealed, he would feel guilty for me and the child, but he blamed me for shaking the matter out and losing his face. A war without gunsmoke came to an end. Because of the child, I have been entangled, tortured, and uncomfortable, but I deeply understand that even if I bear it, I will be stuck in my throat for the rest of my life. What's more, he seems to be more upright and confident than me, and he accused me of righteous indignation in front of everyone. All kinds of things in marriage are not. Suddenly one day, I want to understand that no matter how much you love, you are violating yourself. If you don’t stay away, you deserve it. If you don’t let go, you will kill each other.
Lies started from love, went through what seemed to be a century of continuation, and finally ended in divorce. There are too many lies in marriage. The previous promises are the basis of lies. Reality defeats lies. You find yourself in a cage of lies. When you see the lie clearly, look back at the child in the cage. For a time, he confessed his fate and was willing to live an inhuman life for the child. When you can't bear it again, you understand that no one is your life's support, you can only rely on yourself, husband and children are not the meaning of your life, the meaning of life lies in yourself, nothing is more important than living well. Women, please be kind to yourself, don’t give expectations and hopes to men and children. Everyone can only accompany you for a period of time in your life. Try to make money and be as beautiful as possible. Make yourself strong enough to be indestructible. Independent women.




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