Last weekend when I came home from work, my husband and I had dinner as usual. I didn’t expect that they had a quarrel for some trivial matters. As a result, they fought fiercely. We didn’t stop the war until people at home tried their best to dissuade us. When we returned to the store, I complained to my husband again: we divorced. I married so far, not for you to fight, but for your pain. After a while, I had difficulty breathing and was out of breath. Every time it was like this. As long as I was at odds with my husband, I would threaten him with divorce and silence. The longest record was 48 hours. Looking at my husband’s anxious and confession, I felt happy from the bottom of my heart. This time was no exception. One day later, my husband couldn’t be angry at first. When I came home from work, he smiled and said: wife, are you back? I pretended to be unable to hear, carrying my bag back to the room and lying on the bed. When my husband saw me, he still ignored him. He began to be anxious. He put down his work and went to the room: My wife is sorry. It was my fault that day. No matter what happened, I shouldn’t do it, but I was really angry at that time, and I couldn’t control myself. Suddenly my anger came up again, shouting: I really have enough, divorce. He suddenly held me tightly into his arms, and I couldn’t afford it. Finally, I gave up, and he said that he would never do it again. Later, when I went to bed, my husband helped me to charge the phone, pour the urinal, dump the garbage and boil water. After finishing these things, he began to work overtime to repair the computer. Looking at my husband’s busy schedule, I began to fall asleep, feeling that I had something wrong. I shouldn’t rely on myself as a Outlander, far away from my mother’s home but lose my temper with him without fear. He is a good husband, my trousers were worn out and I was not willing to buy them. Sometimes when I missed home, my husband would drive a van to take me to the town to eat Shaxian snacks, but he watched me eat, then he would look at me with a sweet smile. To understand my homesickness. While eating Zhengxiang, I stopped my chopsticks and stared at him blankly. The husband asked puzzled: What are you thinking about?. If, after several years, your husband stared at me and you were the only one left in this room, would you love others any more? Or how is this possible?! I never imagined the day when I would lose my husband or betray me. At ordinary times, I am always extremely grumpy and even a little overbearing, venting my troubles and dissatisfaction wantonly, it clearly regards her husband as a slave who can crusade casually or a warehouse that can vent to his heart. However, a boy whose husband is one year younger than me? I once heard his grandmother say that he can’t even cook instant noodles. (Because he is the only son in his family, who is a spoiled child in rural areas) on the contrary, he has learned cooking since he got married. At this moment, looking at her husband’s slightly tired eyes, I couldn’t help feeling guilty and reproach myself: why do I care so much about her husband’s feelings? All because I believe that only my husband can accept and tolerate all my faults, forgive all my shortcomings and willfulness without any complaints?. If anything in the world is not treasured well and only asks for and hurts blindly, how can it be guaranteed that it will not fall down? Even the emotion with the person you love most. Since God has given us this mellow feeling, we must treat this love well!

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