We are not the Redeemers of Whom

I have heard that girls who have lived in abusive families since childhood often find a domestic violence husband. The girl hates her father's sympathy for her mother and even understands her mother's helplessness, but deep down she hates her mother more than she hates her father, which can be said to be hate. Often many of us simply can't find our hearts, and everyone may feel a little different, so girls will attract and find a husband who will be abusive, because she hates her mother's lack of strength, and she believes that she will handle better in the same environment. Like a drug addict's wife played by Zhang Jing in the disciple, she firmly believes that she can lead her husband out of the addiction, but repeated failures eventually make her a rat's lunch. We are not the Redeemers of Whom. What we need is to figure out who I am. Many tourist areas will have a lot of so-and-so visits here, and I ask myself in my heart: Have I been here, have I "lived"? Water over left traces Swallow over left a sound