I love my wife. But recently, we have been fighting a cold war.
She said to me: No regard for home. I don't think she understands me. The cause was: I was unemployed.
At this time, I was much anxious and wandering. But what did she know in a hurry: What was going on in my heart? I really didn't know how to talk to her; it was a drain, because I knew that this battle would take a long time.
The wife is a virtuous wife. Outgoing, lively and cheerful. My personality, on the other hand, is not very verbal and is introverted. Importantly, on many things, we have different views, and we used to seek common ground while reserving differences. Later, they drifted apart from each other, and their marriages lit up red lights many times, and I was very distressed about this: How can I save my marriage?!
My wife is eight years younger than me, and when we first met, I was a bit of a bird. At that time, the sun was shining and the spring was bright. She and I sat in a small boat and watched some of the willow leaves dancing in the wind, and the water sparkling. I couldn't help but revel in it, and I fell in love. But because I was not good at expressing myself, she proposed to break up. I drank wine and coffee to keep her, and then, with enough courage, to call her, for more than an hour; before I knew it, I was glad to keep a clear head and to be able to tell her love stories with a thick face. ...... Finally, on a later date, I knelt on one knee to the ground, and the fragrance of the roses was so unforgettable. After a few months, she finally became my bride.
On the wedding day, it was hard and a little tiring. It was not yet dawn, and after hastily washing, she hurried to her with the convoy of kisses, looking for the hope of happiness. Since it had just rained lightly, the air seemed so fresh. I couldn't help but want to take a few more breaths, because my heart had already bloomed a warm flower, and I couldn't help but look very excited. Carry her into the wedding car and find that she is so beautiful. It feels like life is dipped in honey. I became the happiest person in the world because I held hands with her and entered the palace of marriage.
A year later, she and I had children. She was a hard-working wife and I was not a qualified husband. Fortunately, with my mother's care, my little family has been through various difficulties despite repeated storms and rains. There is an old family, such as a treasure. The mother is the umbrella of the family, and the son is the angel of the family. And she and I, like two trees, trying to hold up the sky of happiness. She and I were tired and worked hard for three meals a day. And because I was proud and habitual, I have always been spoiled by my mother, because in her eyes, I have always been a small child. The wife has a lot of opinions about this and often complains. Often after work, a person hides in the house and plays with his mobile phone. The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law slowly became not very good, and I tried all kinds of ways to match it, but it had little effect, and in the end, I could only do it in a hurry. However, every time the mother was sick and hospitalized, the wife would always take good care of it. Wife, really very capable. Even if you are pregnant with Rokko, you can still wipe the windows on the balcony. Later, after work, I started a small business. Often she was tired and couldn't stand up straight, and I rarely helped her later. Although I had quit my job to help her before, for some reasons, in the end, I was a little unhappy and broke up. Although, life goes on, she and I are trying to play our part. But my home always seems to be a bit unable to withstand the wind and rain considerations.
Although, I value it.
I am a miner. Smoking and drinking are my hobbies, I don't smoke much, but alcohol gradually occupies my life. For this reason, I have quit many times. Because of drinking, my wife and I had a big quarrel, and the bottle fell several times. Several times, I almost got divorced. In order to drink, I often hid the wine I bought; my son often hid the wine I bought, but he wanted me to quit drinking. My mother, on the other hand, used to buy me alcohol because she knew that most miners couldn't do without it. Although, she often advised me to drink less. And after I quit drinking a few times, I became a bit of an alcoholic. Even, a little unable to extricate myself.
Fortunately, I am finally free from the control of alcohol now. One is that I became obsessed with writing. From the first time in love, writing poems and love letters to his wife; and then later, writing things on the headlines. Although, there is no gain, I am a little tired of it, enjoy it. Because, I can always feel that I am constantly improving, running towards tomorrow.
And then there's my son. I love my son so much, not surprisingly, like all fathers, that son is the happiest concern in the world. My wife and I's marriage smoke can last so long, and my son can be said to be indispensable. My wife often said that she had reluctantly made up with me for the sake of her son, and she always felt that she had suffered great grievances after marrying me. I was often speechless. Although, I also have a stomach full of bitter water, I don't know who to say it to. Fortunately, my son has always been my comfort. My wife used to say that I gave him too little father's love, although his studies had always been very good. But like my wife, I always worry that he is too focused on the study of cultural knowledge and neglects the development of other aspects. This is where my wife and I rarely agree.
My wife said that my son was afraid of me. And I cherish the happy times I had with him. He gradually became like an encyclopedia, and whenever I talked to him about literature and history, he could often open his mouth, especially about weapons, World War II, and European history, and often he became my lecturer. My son studied very hard, and I always asked him to take more time to relax and rest, and he definitely couldn't stay up late. Which time to go to school to pick him up during the winter and summer vacations, see his thin body, always, can't help but be distressed. Other children are full of life, but he is sometimes haggard; as a child of fourteen or fifteen, I sometimes really dare not imagine what his life will be like when he grows up.
Today, I'm unemployed. My mother also went back to her hometown to retire half a year ago, and the war between my wife and I finally broke out. Although, the war of marriage. Never, there was no winner. However, when the storms of life hit the earth, who can always have the confidence to let the marriage boat paddle through the rapids?! Perhaps, from the moment my wife looked at me with contempt, the end of failure was already doomed. To be honest, I don't know exactly when the love ended. Now, it seems to be facing this painful ending.
Differences can easily lead to contradictions, and my wife's war has become irreconcilable because we don't want to compromise. The child can't seem to block the final result.
Friends who are happy or are about to be happy: Home should be a beautiful harbor. Try to cherish it!
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