Women are fickle, and husbands love more

Once respectful, but it has become insincere perfunctory

When I first met Zhang Jian, he looked at my gentleness and virtuousness, and I liked his maturity and stability. He said that a good woman should be a fountain that constantly nourishes a man's heart; I said that a good man should be a mountain, strong enough to support a home. In this instant, the two of us sang and became models in the eyes of the neighbors.

After marriage, Zhang Jian started from a salesman and became the vice president of the company. When the time came, he set up another portal and opened a small company. During this period, I had a leisure job, after work, there was enough time to take care of housework, especially after the birth of my son, I was devoted to my husband and son, and the family affairs basically did not let Zhang Jian worry about it. Zhang Jian worked hard outside without any worries, and often praised his friends for being a virtuous and good daughter-in-law.

Not only am I good at housework, but I also do my best to encourage my husband with my wife's gentleness and thoughtfulness. When Zhang Jian encountered troubles at work and told me, I always obediently said: "It's okay, you can do it!" For my support, Zhang Jian often said thank you gratefully, and then threw himself into the new battle with pride. In fact, I didn't pay attention to the things he said about the business field, but just blindly encouraged. Sometimes it is clear that he can't do it, and he encourages it against his will, and it is actually a deception to investigate deeply. But as long as it can give him strength, what is so bad about such well-intentioned deception?

Just when I was immersed in this kind of cleverness, Zhang Jian had begun to get tired of my set. Once, one of his right-hand men resigned, and when he couldn't find a suitable candidate, he went home and sighed. I still say, "Trust you, you can do it!" Zhang Jian frowned and looked at me and said, "Anything can be done!" I smiled and said, "You are the backbone of our family, and I believe in you in whatever you do!" Zhang Jian squinted his eyes and said "thank you", but I obviously felt that the thank you was cold, and there was some dissatisfaction inside.

After this, Zhang Jian rarely talked about the company in front of me, and any worries were also stuffed in his heart. I want to help him can not do anything, only to manage my son well, to manage the family well, can also be regarded as support for him.

Immutable, married life hides a crisis

Later, his son was admitted to the city's key middle school and received a closed education, and his family was suddenly deserted. Zhang Jian and I talked less and less, and the two of them were in the same room, polite to each other, like outsiders. I realized that this would definitely not be good for our marital relationship, and I wanted to talk to Zhang Jian once. But he waved his hand impatiently and said, "What's there to talk about?" What else would you say besides 'you can do it' and 'I support you'? I was dumbfounded by a sentence. But as a wife, is it also wrong to believe in a husband? I was full of grievances, did he become the boss and began to dislike me?

Soon, a phone call seemed to confirm my fears. It was called by Chen Ying, a good sister who often chatted together, who solemnly instructed me on the phone not to get excited no matter what happened. After receiving my explicit assurances, she told me to go to the Celebrity Castle for tea right away. Seeing me, Chen Ying said with a look of embarrassment: "I saw Zhang Jian drinking tea with a woman inside, but it was in a cubicle in the hall, not in a box inside." "She particularly stressed this point to show that at least the two have not yet developed to the point of being unseemly." I just think it's strange, you usually always say that Zhang Jian doesn't talk much, I see him talking to that woman with a flying eyebrow, it's not like a person who doesn't like to talk! Chen Ying explained the reason why she called me.

I followed her into the hall with trepidation. The inside is very large, with a simple screen separated by a lot of grids, through the gap between the screens can be seen faintly inside the movement.

Zhang Jian and the woman were in the corner of the two-person room, was there any difference between this and the box? Obviously, it is a showmanship. I was suddenly enraged, and an arrow was about to rush over, but I was pulled by Chen Ying urgently: "You promised me to be calm." Chen Ying pulled me toward a cubicle diagonally opposite Zhang Jian and the woman, and I saw Zhang Jian flying brightly and dancing with his hands. I don't know if the woman said any joke, he leaned back on the sofa and laughed.

My lungs exploded: When did he ever smile so heartily in front of me? I also saw his whole body leaning towards the opposite side and holding out his right hand, and I couldn't see it below. "Is there any intimate movement?" I almost rushed out again. "Don't worry," Chen Ying said, "you come here, we'll change seats." I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and sat down next to me, just in time to see the woman. She is not very pretty, but she is very delicately dressed, with light makeup, a big wavy hairstyle, and a streamlined earring, which looks particularly graceful. What stunned me even more was that she sometimes covered her mouth and snickered, full of daughterhood; sometimes reached out to pat Zhang Jian's head lying on the coffee table, like a loving mother. And all this seems very natural, unpretentious.

The anger in my heart slowly receded, and my face gradually became feverish. As a wife, my unchanging empty encouragement of Zhang Jian is actually a coping, no wonder Zhang Jian is dissatisfied. The agile woman in front of me was attracting him little by little, and I felt a crisis that I had never felt before.

Switch roles and be a fickle woman

When I got home, I wasn't in a hurry to pick it up. As Chen Ying said, Zhang Jian chose to date women in public, indicating that they have not yet developed to the point of being unmanageable, and I still have room to recover. I reflect on myself that as a wife, I play this role too stiffly. Although it is a traditional virtue of a woman, in this complex world of flowers and flowers, only one face cannot cope with the needs of diversified marriage. That graceful woman reminded me of being a fickle woman in marriage.

Zhang Jian opened a housing agency company, affected by the general environment, the business is difficult to do, there is no transaction for several months in a row, his pressure is very large, and his face is gloomy all day long. I quietly delved into some knowledge of the intermediary business, extensively understood the market situation, and made a strategy as seriously as a project. Maybe my suggestion will be very childish in Zhang Jian's view, but with heart, it is better than empty perfunctory.

One night, when Zhang Jian was tossing and turning on the bed, I silently hugged him into my arms. Suddenly I felt some dampness in my chest, and when I touched it, it was Zhang Jian's tears. I patted him on the head and said, "If you want to cry, cry bitterly." I was relieved like a mother, "Don't be afraid, there is me." He held me tighter, like a helpless child. Later, I gently asked him if he had encountered any difficulties, and told me to listen, maybe the authorities were obsessed with bystanders. After Zhang Jian said it, I slowly and logically suggested that he should look farther ahead and try to expand the scope of business. Zhang Jian's eyes lit up, and he looked at me as if he didn't know me: "Why didn't I think of it?" I laughed and said nothing.

Soon, Zhang Jian adjusted his business strategy, expanded the intermediary business such as talent and express delivery, and the business gradually improved, and the socializing was more, and it became common for him to go home drunk in the middle of the night. Not to mention that it is easy to be infected with some dirty gas when frequently entering and leaving the sound and color places, even if the sludge is not stained, it will be spent a lot of time on these boring socializing, which will make people breed satisfaction and burnout. I saw all this in my eyes and worried in my heart, but I didn't know how to persuade him. If he had been given a great reason as before, he would certainly not have been able to listen to him at this time, who was overwhelmed by victory. I decided to try to change the role, to be a lover who attracted him, to make him feel, and if I didn't care about the beauty in the family, she might have to fly to someone else.

It was Saturday, I changed my usual plain face to the sky, after drawing my eyebrows in the mirror, put on the short skirt and boots I bought the day before, and dressed up, and the thirty-something woman was really a little youthful. After packing up, I called Zhang Jian, who was still sleeping, to get up and send me to a university in the city. He muttered in a confused way, "You take a taxi yourself." "I don't even open my eyes. I was not bothered, I drew a wad of money from his wallet, posed it as a fan head, and fanned it in front of his eyes, and he had to open his eyes. I suddenly shouted, "Ahem! What a snob who sees money! He smiled, and while I was doing this, I coaxed him out of bed.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Jian asked me what I was doing in college. I smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know when you go." ”

I asked Zhang Jian to drive the car to the door of the School of Management and then took him to the MBA classroom. He asked me why I was here, and I said, "Introduce my classmates to you." Zhang Jian's mouth grew and looked at me in surprise.

The last time I gave Zhang Jian business advice, I deeply realized the shallowness of my vision, and because the woman in the tea bar made me have a sense of crisis, if I couldn't keep up with my husband's footsteps, then he would have other confidants in the future.

Applying for an MBA program, I want to add value to myself and insure our marriage.

Many of the students in the class are successful people from all walks of life, and they have said to Zhang Jian: "You have cultivated the blessings of several lifetimes, married such a good wife, beautiful and capable, she is now our class flower." Hearing the praise of my classmates, Zhang Jian's expression blossomed, looked at my eyes, and flashed different feelings. He had to invite his classmates to a big meal.

After returning home, Zhang Jian hugged me affectionately and said, "I didn't expect my wife to be so good, so many people like it." I pouted and replied, "So, you have to keep me a little closer, otherwise there are so many excellent male students in our class, but they will come to dig the foot of the wall." Upon hearing this, Zhang Jian's expression floated with a rare nervousness: "Then you can pay attention to it in the future and keep your distance." "Then it depends on your husband's performance, spend more time with me, I don't have the heart to spend the whole flower intestine." 」 After saying that, he looked at Zhang Jian and smiled, and a long-lost passion surged up in his body.

Since then, Zhang Jian's frequency of socializing outside has indeed been greatly reduced, and he will try to squeeze in time with me and my son on weekends.

At my suggestion, he also signed up for an EMBA program, husband and wife both put on the school, we ridiculed ourselves, but also learned to be young, come to a romantic campus love.

As for the vivid woman in the tea bar, I never mentioned it, and I didn't feel the need to mention it, because I felt that between me and my husband, she no longer existed.