I met him at a small book club.
He is humorous and funny, and has a unique opinion on many books.
Talk about life, talk about experience, and slowly start to talk about feelings.
With a deeper understanding, it was discovered that he was an easy-going person who liked freedom.
Read with him, travel, chat, look around...
He always brought me passion and sparked me a new understanding of the world.
After spending more than a year together, I hinted at him that he wanted to get married.
He hesitated, saying that a man like him couldn't give me what I wanted.
I got a little angry and said didn't I just want to be with you? You can't give this?
He didn't argue anything, just said softly: Then try it.
After a simple ceremony, we enter the halls of marriage.
In the beginning, as usual, the only change was just living together.
But gradually, we began to argue over the little bits and pieces of life.
I began to resent him for being so close to the other members of the opposite sex.
Several times of intense exchanges with him for this reason ended in his compromise.
After stumbling like this for more than a year, he became much more obedient with my unremitting efforts.
But I also gradually found that his unrestrainedness was gone, his wildness was gone, and his passion was gone.
I consoled myself that after the adaptation period, he would come back.
Fast forward more than a year, and on the third anniversary of my marriage, I decided to have a good talk with him.
No heated arguments, no hysterical catharsis, like discussing a book together, talking slowly.
The content is not said, the result is to understand why he did not want to do it in the first place, and he also knows what to do in the future.
I was no longer obsessed with reforming him, but accepted his free-spiritedness in relation to other people after marriage.
I remodeled myself and felt lighter and could fly.