When I was a young child, I had a very special childhood experience.
That day, with a nervous heart, I was carrying my lunch box and preparing to go to work. When I was pregnant, I would prepare a hearty lunch for myself and my husband every day to satisfy my hunger at work. I opened the fridge and took out two lunch boxes. One is a lunch box carefully prepared for herself, and the other is a lunch box prepared for her husband.
I grabbed the wrong lunch box in a hurry, but I didn't realize it. It wasn't until noon at work that I saw the food in the lunch box that I realized something was wrong. When I opened the lunch box, I saw that it contained fragrant braised pork and eggs, and I was speechless for a while.
Anger rose in my heart, this lunch box was clearly prepared for me, but now it is my husband's lunch. I only had a few pieces of dry tofu and some greens in my lunch box. I felt angry and aggrieved, and it was clear that my husband had made the wrong lunch box, but he still blamed me.
I called my husband and angrily asked him why he had taken my lunch box. But the husband replied indifferently: "Your lunch box only has vegetarian dishes, which is not as affordable as my fast food." ”
"But I'm pregnant and need meat. I said angrily.
"Oh, then you can eat some of mine. The husband replied as a matter of course.
In the face of his indifference and taking it for granted, I felt more and more hopeless. I began to doubt my place in this marriage. When I worked hard for this family, why was it always ignored and neglected?
That night, my husband saw that I was angry and asked me with concern, "What's wrong, is your stomach uncomfortable again?"
I suddenly felt uncontrollably in my eyes: "You don't care about me at all, and you don't care about our children. You always put my needs last. ”
After I finished speaking, I cried even more, and my husband was a little stunned, and after a while, he said silently, "I'm sorry, I may have neglected your feelings a little." During this time, I was under a lot of pressure at work, and I was a little negligent. ”
I know he's really busy, but that doesn't mean I can go unnoticed. I blamed him for his indifference and lack of thoughtfulness, which resulted in his apology. Over this time, we seem to be getting farther and farther apart, and I am getting more and more dissatisfied with this state. I realized that the problem between us was not just about this lunch incident, but more about the communication and relationship between us.
Holding my husband's lunch box, I was a little panicked and hurriedly called him: "Husband, I'm sorry, I took your lunch box wrong, I'll send it to you right away." The husband's reproach came from the other end of the phone: "Alas, I know that you have been under a lot of pressure at work recently, and your pregnancy is not good, but it is not okay to be so careless, do you want me to send your current lunch box over, and you take mine to work?"
I hurriedly comforted him: "No, no, no, I'll send it to you, where are you now?"
My husband told me that he was having a meeting at work, so I didn't have to come to the office, and he went to a colleague to solve it.
I put down the phone, and there was something unpleasant in my heart. Last time, due to various discomforts in the early stages of pregnancy, I missed a rent payment, and my husband kept complaining about my carelessness. This time it felt the same way again. I feel a little aggrieved in my heart, after all, I am also working hard to support my family alone, and I have to go to work with my child, and there are too many things to take care of. It's not fair that my husband always feels my problems and doesn't understand my hard work.
I packed my lunch box and went out, and drove to my husband's unit with mixed feelings. I was thinking about it a lot in the car. Maybe it's really my fault to take the wrong lunch box, but I also hope that he will think more about me. I arrived at the unit and handed over my husband's lunch box. I didn't blame him, I just said "I'm sorry" lightly and left in a hurry.
After work in the afternoon, I returned home with my husband. As soon as I entered the door, I blurted out: "What's the matter with you?!You took my lunch box to my colleague to eat?" My husband explained with some embarrassment: "Alas, something suddenly happened to the unit, and my colleagues were working overtime, and I felt very embarrassed, so I gave your lunch box to my colleague." ”
I immediately exploded: "Why can't you think about me? I'm pregnant, and every meal is for me and my baby." You have a little bit of a sense of responsibility, okay?"
The husband was a little angry: "You are not going to be sick when you are pregnant, don't take the pregnant woman seriously! I work overtime and I am also very hard, do I still have to worry about the problem of food for you?"
I feigned calmness: "Well, I know you're working hard, and I don't want to quarrel with you." But you should at least think about your child's diet. ”
I was a little disappointed that the contradictions between us had not been resolved. Maybe he didn't understand my feelings, or maybe I didn't communicate with him properly. During this time, the troubles of pregnancy have been with me, and I began to reflect on myself. However, the conflict with my husband always upset me.
Soon, I realized what the problem was. I took my husband's lunch box by mistake. But when I opened my lunch box, there was only a bowl of white rice and some green vegetables. I began to wonder why he had been preparing a delicious lunch for him, and why was it so simple for me? Was this a sign that his love for me had diminished? I felt an inexplicable sense of grievance.
After work, with doubts and dissatisfaction, I found my husband. I bluntly asked him why he only had the simple food in the lunch box I was given, while he had the delicious food I had prepared. The husband looked a little stunned, and he said, "Baby, I just think that now that you are pregnant, you should pay attention to a light diet." But I didn't believe his explanation, and I could see that his eyes were a little evasive.
It didn't take long for me to realize that I had taken the wrong lunch box. This time it wasn't because of the difference in food, but because of this terrible mistake that made me make a big mistake. What I did was not only to get the wrong lunch box, but also to lose communication and love with my husband in a series of hectic work and life. And this time getting the wrong lunch box was just a small detail, but it made me feel that my husband was dissatisfied with me, and for me the whole family relationship was on the rocks.
Looking back on our marriage, I realized that the problem between the two of us was much more than just getting the wrong lunch box this time. We met, fell in love, and then entered the palace of marriage. However, the trivialities of marriage gradually eroded our feelings. The heavy workload leaves me with little time to take care of the family, and my husband is constantly in a state of anxiety, giving for his livelihood, for taking care of the family, and even for me. However, our hearts are becoming more and more distant.
My husband's frustration didn't explode that day, he just silently finished the meal in my lunch box. When I found out about the mistake, I quickly called him and explained my mistake to him and apologized. However, he just replied to me with a faint "it's okay" and hung up the phone.
Throughout the afternoon, I was depressed, deep in self-blame and guilt. I realized that the problems that had been building up between us for a long time had finally exploded. It came so suddenly, I couldn't handle it.
When I got home, I found that my husband was no longer at home, leaving a parting note, saying that he needed a little time to calm down. The note struck me like a hammer in the heart. I began to reflect on our marriage, and I couldn't help but wonder if this time of getting along with each other would bring our marriage to an end.
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