When my husband was decadent and depressed, giving him a little maternal love and sneaking through his wife's diary made me cry

#2021城事 #

My wife and I had been sleeping in separate rooms for months, and when my wife went to work, I went to her room as usual and cleaned it. Seeing that there was a notebook at the head of the bed, driven by curiosity, I opened the notebook.

It turned out to be a diary written by my wife, and the original text is excerpted as follows:

2021 is the darkest year of my family, my husband failed to invest, owed a huge debt, hid at home all day, and became a housewife. Never again could I see his hearty laughter, hear his humorous words, hear his heart-warming whispers.

Watching his sideburns gradually increase white hair, wearing an apron around the kitchen, arguing about dishes, either too much salt or no salt, my heart aches so much...

The increasingly silent doctor gradually increased the number of times he returned to the "mother's house", and the mother-in-law gently touched her husband's head with white hair. He looked at us both and said, "Whoever has a smooth life will be old when he is poor and three rich." The husband listened to his mother-in-law's words, turned his head, and his eyes were red...

During the meal, the mother-in-law took out her husband's favorite milk tofu, and my husband did not move the chopsticks, he knew that I could not smell the strange smell.

The day after I returned from my mother-in-law's house, I asked my husband to pick up my daughter from school, and I decided to play a mother. After leaving work early, he put on his apron, went to the kitchen, prepared a sumptuous table for her husband, and put a bottle of his favorite "stinky milk rot" on the table.

My husband came in the door and I brought slippers to change for him. Endure the nausea caused by the smell and watch him eat his childhood "stinky milk rot" with taste.

After eating and finishing, I approached my husband, gently stroked his hair, and tried to pass on a motherly love through my hand to the scarred heart.

For the first time in months, my husband snuggled his head tightly to my chest, closed his eyes like a drunk, and for a while, he opened them dreamily, and his eyes overflowed with crystal tears.

This night, my husband lay in the crook of my arm and slept very deeply and peacefully. From that sleeping tiredness, I realized for the first time that this face full of vicissitudes still had a childish atmosphere...

From this moment on, I knew that my husband had left weakness and helplessness with me, and that he needed the strength he had been. I know, he has understood, that men are the pillars of the family and women are the foundations of men. Husband, as long as you need support, I will be like a mother, be your eternal safe haven...

Reading my wife's diary, I burst into tears, thinking back to these months, because of the failure of my investment, I was saddled with huge debts, which brought a heavy burden to the family. I was tired at home every day, afraid to answer the phone, afraid of creditors to collect debts, only to force myself, over and over again to clean the room, wipe the furniture, wipe the glass, to alleviate the anxiety and helplessness in my heart.

The wife has no resentment and no hatred, and suffers all this in silence. I, on the other hand, have never been able to step out of the shadow of failure, living a decadent life every day. It seems that as a man, I should change.

This is who I am in 2021, there are no highlight moments, some are just escape, some are just decadent. Now, I finally understand my wife's hard heart, I decided to cheer up, for the sake of this family, for this responsibility on my shoulders, for the responsibility of men...