After seeing my husband go to the toilet and support the wall, I chuckled in my heart.
It was an ordinary afternoon, the sky was blue, and the sunlight poured into the room through the windows, bringing warmth and tranquility to the whole room.
Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound from the toilet, and I thought something had fallen, so I put down the book in my hand and went to the toilet to check.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" I asked nervously as I walked over quickly.
He let go of his hand slightly, gasped and replied, "It's okay, maybe it's a bad stomach." ”
I looked at his somewhat pale face, and I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart. Over the years, we have lived a dull and happy life, but this is the first time I have seen him feel such discomfort, and the sudden situation made me a little overwhelmed.
"Are you too tired, you've been under a lot of pressure at work lately." I looked at him with concern.
He smiled, stopped grabbing the wall, and slowly stood up: "Maybe, I'm really a little tired these days."
I took the tissue he handed me and gently wiped his sweat: "You have to rest more, the body is the capital of the revolution."
He nodded and gently held my hand: "Well, don't worry, I know what to do." ”
This incident provoked me to think about our relationship. We've been married for years and have had countless sweet and difficult moments, but I feel like I haven't fully tapped into the chemistry and trust between us.
In the evening, as we sat down at the table and enjoyed dinner, I brought it up again.
"Husband, why didn't you tell me you were okay in the first place?" I asked softly.
He stopped moving his chopsticks and looked down into my eyes: "I don't want you to worry." ”
My heart ached, and I knew that he had always been like this, unwilling to let me worry in order to protect me.
"We're family, okay? No matter what difficulties and challenges we encounter, we must face them together. I gently shook his hand and said softly.
His eyes were warm and sincere, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile: "Yes, we are family." ”
This incident has strengthened the tacit understanding and trust between us, and also made me cherish our family even more.
In the evening, we went back to the bedroom together. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched his back as he carefully sorted out his clothes.
"Husband, I have something I want to tell you." I spoke softly.
He stopped what he was doing, turned around, and looked at me with concern: "What's the matter?" Do you have anything bothering you? ”
I take a breath and say frankly, "Actually, I've been having a bit of trouble in the company lately. ”
He frowned and motioned for me to continue.
"I felt a little left out at work, my colleagues didn't seem to care about my presence, I worked hard but I didn't get the recognition I deserved.
He walked over, sat down next to me, and patted me on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I believe in your abilities. Work is hard, but as long as you work hard, it will pay off.
His words warmed me, but there was still a hint of uneasiness deep inside. I continued: "Also, I also sensed that there was something wrong with the communication between us.
I wish we could pay more attention to each other and run our marriage together.
He gently clasped my hands and looked at me seriously: "You're right, we really need to spend more time and energy on each other.
I was a little surprised, and there was a hint of hesitation and guilt in his words.
"Is it about work?" I asked tentatively.
He nodded and admitted my guess: "Yes, I've had some problems lately and I'm under a lot of pressure. I always wanted to protect you from worrying about me, so I didn't tell you.
My heart softened, it turned out that he had always chosen to remain silent out of concern and protection for me. I squeezed his hand, gratitude and understanding intertwined in my heart: "Thank you, husband."
We sat on the bed, relieving our inner troubles and exchanging our hearts. This moment of silence seems to have become a bridge for our intimate communication, making our feelings deeper and more solid.
Since then, we have started to communicate more frequently and listen to each other's needs and concerns. Whether it's troubles at work or trivial matters in life, we will listen patiently and give each other support and encouragement.
After this wall incident, our lives seemed to be back on a peaceful track. However, it didn't take long for a new contradiction to arise.
One night, my husband and I were looking through our children's homework when we noticed that our eldest son's grades had dropped dramatically.
I looked at my husband worriedly: "You look at your eldest son's grades, what should I do?" How are we going to talk to him? ”
The husband frowned and glanced at the child's test paper, and was silent for a moment: "We have to find time to communicate with him and see what is wrong with him."
So, we decided to find a suitable time to talk to our eldest son after dinner. That night, we suddenly broke into the room where the children usually played and laughed, and the eldest son stopped his game when he saw that we were serious.
I tried to lighten the mood: "Eldest son, let's talk about your final exam scores. ”
The eldest son's face became a little embarrassed, and he lowered his head and did not speak.
The eldest son raised his head, his eyes flashing with hesitation and uneasiness: "I know, but... I seem to be a little relaxed and not very attentive.
I looked at him, and my heart was full of distress and guilt, this is our responsibility, not giving enough attention and supervision.
However, we did not expect that our youngest son would feel neglected and excluded because of this. He began to exhibit unusual behavior, such as deliberately off his brother, soiling his desk, and often disagreeing with us.
One night, the youngest son accidentally knocked over a glass of water and spilled it on the carpet. When I was about to reproach him, my husband said with understanding, "Little son, are you a little unhappy? Mom and Dad are paying attention to Big Brother's studies, but we love you all the same, and you are our pride.
The youngest son turned his head, and the displeasure on his face became more and more obvious: "You only praise the eldest brother, never praise me!" ”
My husband and I exchanged glances, and we both understood the problem. We didn't give enough care and encouragement to our youngest son, ignoring his needs and achievements.
That night, the two of us decided to adjust ourselves and balance our love and support for our two children. We took the initiative to find our youngest son, encouraged him to do what he was good at, and praised him for his efforts and progress from the bottom of our hearts.
The relationship between the two children gradually improved, and laughter returned to our home. I secretly rejoice in my heart that family disputes and conflicts are not terrible, as long as we are willing to listen and change, everything will be better.
One night a few days later, I was sitting on the couch watching TV with my husband when the phone rang suddenly.
"Sister, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Sister, my dad just called me and he said that mom was sick and hospitalized." There was a slight cry in my sister's voice.
My heart tightened, how can this be good? My mother has always been the center of our family, and her health issues have left me with great concern and heartache.
"Sister, we have to hurry up and see my mother, what is the diagnosis?" I asked.
My sister choked up and said, "Dad doesn't know very well, only that Mom fainted and the doctor is examining." ”
I immediately told my husband about the situation, and we hurriedly packed our bags and drove to the hospital.
When we arrived at the hospital, we saw my father's anxious and helpless expression. My father told us about my mother's condition, and it turned out that my mother had a serious heart condition and needed surgery.
The whole family was plunged into great unease and fear. We surrounded our mothers and tried our best to give her moral support and encouragement.
Time passed quietly, and the mother slowly regained her health. Our family was reunited by our mother's side, sharing endless love and warmth.
However, in the midst of the joy of the mother's recovery, new conflicts arise in the family. There was a feud between the father and the sister, and the dispute began as a small incident but grew more and more serious.
At first, the father felt that the older sister was very inconsiderate in taking care of the mother, while the older sister thought that the father was too critical and fastidious.
I was confused and distressed, my mother had just recovered, and we thought there would be more reunion and happiness, but we were overshadowed by this conflict.
I can't sit idly by, and I hope that the harmony in my family will be restored. So, I decided to find a suitable opportunity to organize a family dinner and provide a stage for them to reconcile.
That evening, as we sat around the dinner table as a family, I enlightened my father and sister in the hope of understanding each other's struggles and expectations.
"Dad, sister, we are a family, no matter what conflicts and disputes occur, we should maintain the bond of family affection and face problems together.
The father and sister listened silently, and finally they both let go of the resentment and stubbornness in their hearts.
"You are all my dearest people, and I don't want our family to be torn apart because of conflicts." Sister said.
The father also looked at us affectionately: "Children, I was wrong, I will be more considerate of you in the future." ”
This dinner brought reconciliation and harmony to our family, and we once again felt warmth and love.
My relationship with my husband has been further strengthened since that incident, and we cherish each other more and are more open with each other.
One day, I received a call from my sister who claimed that her mother-in-law had treated her unfairly and had been biased towards me. When I heard the news, I was very sad, after all, I am the eldest daughter in the family, and I should receive more love and support in the eyes of my parents.
My mother-in-law looked a little embarrassed and unhappy when she faced my questioning. She vehemently denied her sister's accusations, calling me suspicious.
Family disputes are like a thin rope that pulls family members together, making our relationship tense and unstable.
I tried to mediate the dispute and insist that peace is precious, but unexpectedly, my efforts did not have the desired effect.
I was physically and mentally exhausted in the face of family disputes. Every day when I get home, I am immersed in endless worries and worries, and my sleep becomes restless.
I have come to understand that the problem between viewing families is not a straight line, there is no conclusion, and there is no absolute right or wrong.
We need more communication and understanding with each other, and we need to be patient to listen to each other's demands and hopes.
Although the current family situation is still tense, I believe that as long as we maintain the channels of dialogue and understanding, and gradually build mutual trust, our family will eventually be able to come out of this haze and regain peace and warmth.