The opening suspense: "'Can you consider me if you're divorced?'" This is a message from a female colleague and my husband's answer is 'yes'. This simple word, like a sharp knife, cuts the surface of our marriage, revealing the cracks hidden in the depths. Why are poor families often at odds? Is it because money is more important than family affection, love, or even life? ”
The suspense in the middle paragraph: "I watched my husband complain at work, and after work, he was addicted to playing poker and did not seek to improve." In our small 40-square-meter house, we have to queue up to go to the toilet at night, and life is extremely depressing. I wanted to improve our relationship through a trip, but I didn't expect that this trip would become the last straw in our marriage. His behavior made me wonder if I had really chosen the wrong person. ”
This story allows us to see the conflict between reality and ideals in marriage, and it also makes us think about what makes a relationship so difficult. Is it the pressure of money, or is it the difference in values? In the following sections, we will delve into these topics and try to answer them.
Extended content:
In our society, the importance of money and material things is often overemphasized, so much so that they become the measure of a person's success. When we fall into poverty and the pressure of life weighs on us like a mountain, we begin to wonder if we can really take on the responsibility of marriage. We begin to quarrel over the trivial things of life and worry about the distribution of money. Our love is consumed little by little by the reality of poverty.
My marriage to my husband was like a gamble. When I chose him, I chose poverty. My father once warned me not to think that the poor would be happy and the rich would be more attentive. I didn't believe it at the time, but now I know that the poor sometimes do things that are more shameful than the rich. I looked at my husband, and in my eyes he was no longer the person I loved dearly, but a man who couldn't give me a happy life.
Our marriage is like a dilapidated house, which looks complete on the outside, but is full of holes on the inside. I thought, maybe it's time for me to let go, maybe it's time for me to find my own happiness. However, I was also afraid, afraid of losing my current life, afraid of facing the unknown future. I was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.
Closing rhetorical guidance:
You say, 'What should I do?' Will you continue to hold on to this marriage, or will you be brave enough to find a new life? Have you ever been in a similar situation and how did you choose? Feel free to share your stories in the comments section and let's explore how to find a balance between poverty and marriage.
Through this story, we see the conflict between reality and ideals in marriage, and it also makes us think about what makes a relationship so difficult. Is it the pressure of money, or is it the difference in values? I hope my story can give you some inspiration so that you can make the best choice for yourself when faced with similar difficulties.