I started planning for this party early on, from designing the menu and buying ingredients to setting up the venue, hoping to give my father-in-law a memorable birthday.
I woke up early that day and started busy preparing for my father-in-law's birthday party. I carefully designed some of my father-in-law's favorite dishes, and I also went to the market to buy the freshest ingredients.
Then I went to the supermarket and bought bright flowers and colorful balloons to decorate the house.
Back home, I couldn't wait to unfold the menu and set the table. "How do you make this fish to be more tasteful?" I busied myself lightly in the kitchen, afraid to disturb my father-in-law who was napping.
After a busy morning, the house has been warmly furnished. I looked at the lanterns, flowers and the huge "Happy Birthday" banner, and a warm and beautiful scene appeared in front of my eyes: my father-in-law was happily sitting in the main seat, we were sitting around him, everyone had smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
"The birthday party is really well prepared!" My husband's compliment suddenly sounded in my head, which fueled my enthusiasm even more.
So, I quietly walked up to my husband, covered his eyes and said, "I have a surprise for you!" ”。
I led my husband to the newly furnished living room and removed my hand. “！” I said happily. I saw my husband looking at the decoration in the house with wide eyes, and a gratifying smile appeared on his face: "You have worked hard, the home is so beautifully and warmly furnished!" "I heard the compliment and couldn't keep my mouth shut.
This is all my imagination and expectation, and when I mentioned it to my husband, his reaction was cold - "Order a takeout, is it interesting to make so much?" "My heart sank instantly, and the beautiful picture in my mind shattered.
I put so much effort into it, but he didn't deserve it at all.
I told my husband my thoughts with red eyes, but he still didn't agree, which made me very sad.
"My dear, can you not say that, my father-in-law is 70 years old, we should prepare a warm and grand birthday for him to express our blessings and respects.
The husband frowned and said, "Just him? If there is anything to celebrate, just a few of us have a meal at home, what to do, this is the case.
I was so disappointed that tears couldn't help but burst out of my eyes: "Father-in-law is very important to us, this is a good opportunity to express our hearts, how can you ignore my intentions like this!" ”
"Okay, it's just an old man's birthday, you fuss, just eat a meal."
I was in tears and my heart was twisted, and I knew my husband and I would never agree on this. He could never understand my mind, and it was like a chasm between us.
"My dear, can you put yourself in my shoes, my father-in-law is very important to us, and I want to give him an unforgettable birthday, which is my obligation as a granddaughter-in-law.
My husband was still indifferent, and he even ridiculed me for being too petty and pretentious. I knew I couldn't impress him at all.
That night, I hid in my room alone and cried, tears streaming unstoppably. I covered my mouth in pain to keep myself from crying.
After a long time, my husband pushed the door in, saw my tear-stained face, and softened his tone: "Forget it, just do as you say, give your husband face, do it simply, don't be too grand."
My heart was cold, and I knew that his words were just perfunctory to me, and he didn't care about my thoughts at all.
At this moment, I clearly realized that in these 10 years of married life, my intentions and dedication have never received a moment's understanding and attention from my husband.
This spiritual gap is drawn so deep and painful.
Although my husband's indifference chilled me, I continued to work hard to prepare for the birthday banquet for my father-in-law, hoping to give my father-in-law a perfect birthday.
Wiping away my tears, I continued to busy myself with the preparations for the banquet. I went to the vegetable market to buy the best ingredients and decorated the room in color.
My husband turned a blind eye to my efforts, but he still went his own way, and when he saw that I was busy, he thought I was disturbing his rest.
As night falls, guests arrive one after another. I barely squeezed out a smile to greet the guests and warmly greeted everyone to the table. During the dinner, I toasted frequently and numbed my pain with alcohol.
The time to blow out the candles finally came, and I watched my father-in-law blow out the candles, and the faces of my relatives sitting around were smiling. It was supposed to be a warm moment, but I held back tears and sang my birthday song hoarsely.
At this moment, my husband suddenly complained loudly that the dishes were not to the taste, and all the dishes I had carefully prepared became "unpalatable garbage" in his mouth.
"How can you be so rude!" I couldn't bear to ask. My husband, however, was righteous and continued to pick on my dishes.
After the banquet, I packed up the pieces. The tears could no longer be held back, and they smashed on the dinner plate, making a clanging mournful sound.
I know that the gap between us cannot be bridged.
At that moment, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and announced in front of everyone that I was going on strike and divorce.
"I really can't put up with such a marriage anymore!" My eyes were red, tears poured down my face, and I yelled at my husband in a surprised gaze.
My decision silenced the audience, hearing only my sobs echo through the silent banchroom. I knew that my words embarrassed everyone, but I could no longer hold back the pain and humiliation in my heart.
"You calm down, don't talk angry on the big day." The father-in-law persuaded.
"After I think about it, this is definitely not angry words!" I choked up and said, "This marriage has been my giving and compromise since the beginning, when would you ever think about me?" I've had enough! ”
"You're crazy!" My husband's face was ugly, and he wanted to pull me but I threw him away.
"From today, I officially announce my divorce from you!" I gritted my teeth and said, "I'll never tolerate being abused by a bastard again!" ”
"You!" The husband was furious, and his clenched fists were shaking.
"I have already drawn up the agreement with a lawyer and can initiate divorce proceedings immediately." I said calmly. "Please find a good lawyer as well, and we will soon be able to get out of this wrong marriage."
My tone was calm and determined, but my husband felt like he had been punched hard, and he realized that I was serious.
"You're crazy! When did I abuse you?! "My husband was in a hurry.
"Today is enough to tell." I said coldly, "Feelings are long dead, please don't fool yourself." ”
I wiped away my tears and turned to leave the scene. I knew I had to leave decisively to get rid of the humiliation I had endured over the years.
Seeing my husband's remorseful look, I couldn't help but waver and began to reflect on how hasty my decision was made at that time.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, you give me a chance to make amends..."
A few days later, my well-dressed husband appeared in front of me with red eyes, constantly apologizing, and his expression was loveless.
I was silent, and my heart was mixed. I understand that it is too late to regret now, the words have been spoken, and the rift in the marriage cannot be repaired.
"Have you calmly thought about it? Let's try again, this time I will change it. The husband's eyes were full of pleading.
I sighed softly: "I've decided, let it end." ”
"Please give me another chance!" My husband grabbed my hand.
Looking at his red and swollen eyes, my heart was numb. In the past ten years, we have been sweet or bitter, do I really have no feelings at all? I began to wonder if I was too excited in the first place.
"Before you go, let's have a good talk." I plucked up the courage to say.
The husband was ecstatic and said yes.
"I agree to give this marriage one last chance." I sat down and said calmly, "But I hope we can live apart for a while and reflect and review this marriage."
After the cooling-off period, we make the final decision.
The husband readily agreed, saying it was exactly the opportunity he longed for. I nodded and decided to give myself at least one chance, because feelings don't happen all at once.
This incident made me realize that marriage needs to be cherished by both parties, and I can't be the only one who gives silently without respect.
The days of separation from my husband gave me time to calm down and think about this marriage.
I suddenly realized that in this marriage, I had been giving and tolerating unconditionally, but I had received little understanding and respect.
In his eyes, I was like a free laborer, a slave who obeyed. My feelings and thoughts never existed for him.
I began to reflect, even if my husband repented at this time, could it change the pride and selfishness in his heart? Does he have me as an individual in his mind? This is a marriage that I give unilaterally.
Maybe ending it would be a relief for both sides. Because this kind of marriage, which does not even have basic understanding and respect, is destined to be painful.
I understood a truth: relationships need to be managed by both parties, and it is not my unilateral contribution that can save a broken relationship.
I began to fantasize about an ideal marriage: a smile, sweet talk, and mutual support. Instead of indifference, accusations and resentment.
Maybe this separation can bring a new life to everyone. Although the end is painful, living in self-deception is even more painful.
After the cooling-off period of separation, we were finally able to be honest with each other and listen to each other. I decided to give this marriage a chance to change it, but we all have to start anew, understand and respect it again.
After the separation was over, I offered to meet my husband. This time, instead of arguing or blaming each other, sit down and communicate peacefully.
I honestly expressed my feelings and thoughts during this time, admitted that there were also reasons for the breakdown of the relationship, and expressed the opportunity to give the relationship a chance to start over.
My husband also opened up and sincerely apologized to me. He said that he had always valued me, but he was not good at expressing it, and promised to listen to my heart and pay attention to my feelings in the future.
I nodded and decided to give the marriage a chance to start anew. Because feelings cannot be repeated, but the foundation of mutual understanding and respect can be re-established.
"This time is a wake-up call and a reminder to cherish the people in front of us." My husband said, holding my hand.
"In the future, don't assume that the other party will understand ourselves, we must learn to listen attentively." I said gently.
"I promise to think what you think in the future, and no longer be presumptuous." My husband looked me seriously in the eye.
"I will also put myself in your shoes, and we will work together!" I nodded.
And just like that, we hold hands again, but with a whole new mindset. We understand that relationships require both parties to manage their hearts, communicate and listen more, rather than assuming that the other person will know.
It may be a bumpy road, but as long as we always hold hands, we will definitely be able to go on and lead to happiness.
This incident made me and my husband realize that marriage needs to be managed by both parties with their hearts, and needs to be constantly communicated and understood, rather than unilaterally guessing each other's ideas.
After this marriage crisis, my husband and I regained our original love, but we are no longer the wishful thinking hairy boys.
Maybe there will be difficulties on the road, but now we will face it, not run away; Will tolerate it, not blame it.
Our marriage ship will sail on the sails of love and wisdom to the shore of happiness.