Three years in love, after marriage I told him about his past experience, he was going to divorce me, originally I thought that loving someone should not hide something from him, but also thought that he loved me and would not mind my past, I did not expect it to prove that I was wrong, wrong outrageous...!
I'm 28 years old and my husband is 5 years older than me and fell in love with him the first time I met him.
He was mature and stable, rich and handsome, and he liked me too, asked me out to dinner, and in the face of his invitation, I went.
We went to eat authentic Western food together, without drinking, he was like a big brother, gentle and considerate.
The most important thing is that he has money, a house and a car, and a man who has money is even more attractive! There is certainly nothing wrong with this statement.
Because you can go to romance with money, you can go where you want to go?
Money is the basis of all activities, and with his gentleness and thoughtfulness, love is inadvertently produced, but bitter fruits are also brewing.
He has great insight and interrogation skills, which makes me not admire.
In less than a year of marriage, he asked me how many previous boyfriends I had had.
After a few incessant clichés, I told him about my past.
Because I know that I love someone, and since I am married and married, I should not hide anything from him.
You should let him know everything about you and let him know what kind of person you are?
The results of active confession and passive knowing are not the same.
I used to work in a leisure club for two years, that is, to be a technician.
Because I know more people of the opposite sex in that place, I have talked about five boyfriends in two years.
In fact, although I have a bad reputation for working in that kind of place, I am actually very clean.
Although the salary there was higher than outside, I left because I couldn't accept some guests to move their hands and feet.
He was very mindful after listening to it, and even humiliated me with words, saying that I was not a "clean" person, and looked at me with strange eyes.
It was as if I was no different from "Miss" in his eyes.
I was angry, but I loved him, and it wasn't easy to think about getting married, so I forgave him and didn't bother with him.
Originally I thought he wouldn't mind my past, after all I wouldn't mind his past, there were a few women.
I thought that I really should have been scolded at that time to make myself really sober, otherwise the things that made me miserable would not happen later.
I told him that the past was over, and I regretted going to that kind of place to work.
But I really didn't mess around with those guests, and I wasn't the kind of casual person.
Nor is it the kind of woman whose private life is chaotic, and I will only belong to him in the future.
However, he could not accept it, said that he wanted to divorce me, and asked me to go to the hospital with him before the divorce to see if there was a disease that had infected him.
I didn't want a divorce, and I said it was okay to go to the hospital for a check-up, but if I didn't have any disease, I couldn't get a divorce, and from then on, the matter would be turned over.
He agreed and went to the hospital for a check-up, and it turned out that we were all right.
He thought he would keep his promise, but he repented.
He said that although he still loved me, he thought that his wife had worked in that kind of place and had been taken advantage of by other men.
It was like a thorn in his heart, he couldn't pull it out, and he pricked him from time to time.
I really love him and don't want to get a divorce, although he chills me again and again,
But I still can't bear to blame him, and the end result is that I can only hurt myself.
We've been fighting ever since, over a little thing.
It's not that I'm too calculating, it's that he deliberately makes a fuss for no reason. Quarrel in life, quarrel because work also quarrels.
I was getting lower and lower, he was getting more and more arrogant, and he couldn't help but humiliate me by taking me over.
Once there was a quarrel, he made a lot of trouble, and I became more and more unbearable, so I agreed to divorce.
He didn't come back that night, and he messaged me that he wished me happiness in the future, and although he still loved me, he couldn't accept my past.
It felt like he was being sarcastic and not blessing me. Sure enough, the next day he came to my company,
In front of my colleagues, I said what I used to do, how many people I had relationships with, and that I had an STD.
I can't describe the day, my thin body couldn't bear it.
Repeat the phrase over and over again in your head, "Is this the person you've entrusted to love all your life?" Does he really love me?
If he loves me, how can he bear to do this to me? Do you just want to get revenge on me?
When they were not paying attention, I took the scissors from the inside of the desk, did not dare to look at myself and cut a knife in the arm, looked at the just broken, closed my eyes and forced another knife.
I closed my eyes, trying to let myself die slowly, the blood on my clothes, the tears flowing out.
I want to make up for my mistake by falling in love with someone I shouldn't! Marrying him is a mistake.
The result, of course, is that I'm still alive! But when I think about these things, I am sad! Painful, sad, wanted to kill myself, but I didn't have the courage.
Later, I asked him why I had agreed to the divorce and why he had hurt me like this and let me live in mental pain in the future.
His explanation was that he knew that I couldn't let go of him, afraid that I would regret it, and that was why I was doing this just to let me put him down completely, so I exposed my ugliness in front of so many people!
What a ridiculous excuse to say that I was wrong, that I was hurt, that it was meant to make me completely dead.
If you want me to let go completely, I will not be as you wish, and I regret not agreeing to the divorce.
You don't let me live well in the future, I drag you not to make you feel better, I still live with him, but my heart is stinging again and again.
The two of us were like two hedgehogs with thorns, trying to find warmth for each other, but every time we approached, I was hurt by his stab.
At that time, because I slowly pulled out the thorns on my body, and he did not pull out the thorns on his body for me.
Speaking from the heart, I still can't put it down, I feel really mean now, he hurt me like that, but I still can't let go of him, what should I do, so who is the more hurtful to drag him?
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