After seven years of itching, I was tired of family life, and having extramarital affairs with other men made me want to stop

The number seven, like all other numbers, was originally a simple character, but now the word seven years of itch has become synonymous with marital ups and downs. It is like a virus that has invaded modern society

Is the seven-year itch true, many couples have said that after the seven-year itch has no passion, love will become family affection, and couples without love can continue to go on?

My husband and I have been married for 8 years, he is also a good husband, good for me and the children, always try to meet the material needs of our mother and daughter, work hard, but he can no longer give me the passion of love, we have changed from lovers to partners, from lovers to relatives, maybe such a relationship is stronger and more lasting.

I think back then, my husband and I loved each other sweetly, and real life changed us from a fairy couple to a chaimi couple, from passionate to dull and boring. I remember when I was in love, he went on a business trip, and after a few months of leaving, we were tortured to death by lovesickness, and he almost gave up his job to see me. In order to relieve each other's pain of lovesickness, we have a love letter for several days, each letter is a few pages, and I have a deep understanding of the sentence "Ask what is the world's love, and teach people to live and die together".

I said that I wanted to decorate my new home with the gauze woven from home, and at that time, I had not yet bought a car, and my husband got up early in the morning, did not care about eating, got on the coach and left, and at night he held a large bundle of cloth in the dust, handed it to me, and immediately pounced on the dinner table to eat. I held the cloth, and there were tears in my eyes, which strengthened my determination to "hold the hand of my son and grow old with him".

The birth of the child caught the young us off guard, and the friction between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made the husband even more embarrassed. Our former passions are like a rising tide, retreating little by little... My heart was on the young child, and he was also focused on his work, and we were busy with each other, but we were all at peace. As the children grew up, I gradually relaxed, my mother-in-law returned to her home, and I thought we could love each other again as before. But to my surprise, we became strangers to each other. At night, we were silent like two walls, watching TV tastelessly, and we went from nothing to talk about in the past to nothing to talk about, and although the two people were "respectful as guests", they conveyed a indifference that could not be concealed.

I have made a lot of efforts, and I have not changed the ordinary life of our husband and wife, my husband treats me as a pet, and his love for me is to let me live as I please, but the overly smooth life and the dullness are always accompanied.

I don't want emotional smuggling, but I really can't resist the temptation of passion, I know it shouldn't be, but sometimes the body and the soul are not one, the soul is derailed, the body is kept, what is the point?

The more passionate the love, the more there is a feeling of ebb and flow, this day will come sooner or later, and things must have a beginning, there must always be an end, after Qingqing and me, the future problems are sharply placed in front of me and Hong.

We are like vegetables in greenhouses that can't see the natural sunlight and can't breathe healthy air. From such underground emotions, I got happiness, more excitement, guilt, endless exhaustion, and the pain of touching myself. I thought I had found the most ideal state of life, from my husband, I enjoyed the fame and security of marriage, and from my lover I got passion and romance. However, as the passion slipped from the peak to the peak valley, I found that my safety was greatly threatened. Without security, passion and romance aren't as appealing to me as they used to be.

In this state, I did not have the heart to work, although I had not made any major mistakes, but I was afraid that this would be the result of sooner or later; I was not in the mood to clean up the house, the corners and corners of the house were quietly covered with dust; I could not take the energy to take care of the children, the children's performance in kindergarten has not been ideal, but I, as a mother, have focused my energy on a person who has nothing to do with the children.

When I dated him, I rarely mentioned his wife, a woman who made me both jealous and envious, who had the man I wanted to have openly and honestly, while I hid in a gray corner waiting for his pampering. Similarly, he never mentioned my family. I once quietly went to his daughter's school to see what the two most important women in his life were like, but after I got my wish, I was tormented by nightmares every day. His wife looked gentle and amiable, and his daughter was beautiful and intelligent. When facing my own daughter, the child's clear and transparent eyes always made my heart ache so much that I couldn't help myself, and a deep sense of guilt wrapped around me endlessly.

I know that there is no impermeable wall in the world, and if I continue to go forward, I will destroy myself, I will destroy two normal families, but I can't let myself go. The determination to break up has been made countless times, but all the words have always dissipated when they hear his gentle voice. Sometimes, I scold my weakness, but in the face of reality, everything seems so weak. I often feel very tired, but not physically tired, it is a kind of tiredness from the heart, a kind of sadness that cannot be driven away.

I hate myself, I hate myself for sharing other people's husbands, I hate my own inability to extricate myself. The idea of leaving him grew stronger and stronger, but it was overturned again and again. Although I feel painful and uncomfortable, who can blame me? I only blame myself for falling in love with someone I shouldn't love.

I smiled bitterly, I would really rather be a village woman, I don't know a few big characters, give birth to a child, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, watch by the door when cooking smoke, watch the child bounce around the school with a small school bag, wait for the man with sleeves and arms to work home, then the trouble may only be how much the pigs in the pigsty can sell at the end of the year, how the harvest in the crop field, or whether the husband's children's clothes should be added and sewn... But I'm not.

Sometimes, looking at the sky outside the window, I will silently shed tears, live carefully every day, and happiness has become a dream for me, only occasionally coming to my heart, more is self-blame and loneliness in the depths of my heart.

The sky in the city is cloudy and gray, and I can't see a trace of sunlight in my life, and I don't know how long it will be on such a day.

Conclusion - romantic love, did not go to the end of marriage, is a kind of regret, no marriage of love, like a child who lost the way home without a sense of belonging, love is not a vigorous vow, but a plain companionship, I hope that in the best years, meet the person who has the same frequency as you, can understand your joys and sorrows, go through the seven-year itch, look old or love you as ever, prosperity and fall still do not give up.

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