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My husband drank one more night, and I put on a face for two days. He said I was sick and had to be cured.

author:The post-90s mother is in debt and wants to turn over

#Article Launch Challenge#My husband drank too much the night before yesterday, and I wasn't in high spirits yesterday, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that my face was unhappy. My husband also knows, but he just doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why I'm doing this, and it's like this every time. Once he drank more than once, for the next two days, I was expressionless, and he said, I am sick, I have to be cured!

My husband drank one more night, and I put on a face for two days. He said I was sick and had to be cured.

I know I'm like this, and it might be a problem, but I still can't change it. I was thinking, why do you drink alcohol, why do you drink so much. What my husband thinks is, what's wrong with drinking, aren't men like this?

Maybe it's because men and women think differently. He kept drinking, I kept getting angry, it was like an endless loop, but no one changed. He doesn't change because I'm angry, and he refrains from drinking. I don't care because of too many times.

What I think in my heart is shown on my face, he understands, and there will be some small movements to make up for it later. Just like this morning, I got up early and drove my child to kindergarten with me, and after sending me home, I was prepared for breakfast in the morning, but that didn't take away the depression in my heart. Because I know that after today, there will be many more times.

My husband drank one more night, and I put on a face for two days. He said I was sick and had to be cured.

After countless nights, I knew that this boredom was the only time I could take to get rid of, and it took two days to slowly forget it. Take two days to convince yourself and forgive yourself. I was fighting against myself, and I convinced myself to accept it all, to accept the fact that men love to drink.

When he saw me depressed, he would always say, "Are you depressed?" but he didn't think about why I was depressed, because he thought it was nothing, how could I be unhappy because of that little thing.

My husband said that I was sick, and I wondered if I was really mentally ill.

I just want to ask my sisters, are you willing to let your husband smoke and drink without restraint? Can you really not be angry?

My husband drank one more night, and I put on a face for two days. He said I was sick and had to be cured.