When a woman finds the right partner, it is equivalent to being born again. Therefore, women must be careful when choosing a life partner. The most terrible thing in marriage and love is not to end up alone, but to spend a lifetime with someone who makes you feel lonely, painful and tormented, but can't stay away from the constant cutting.
It's horrible to spend your life in a long marriage with someone who is disgusting***, but many people don't have the courage to start over and have to muddle through the rest of their lives. A 65 year old woman left me a message saying, "When I was 28 years old, my parents thought I was old enough and wanted to get married quickly, so after a matchmaker introduced me to my current husband. I have been with this man most of my life and have not felt happy because of this marriage. On the contrary, I thought he was the source of my unhappiness. If I had known that marrying him was the result, I would have preferred to be single for the rest of my life rather than marry him!"
This older woman was dripping with regret and resentment between the lines. What's wrong with her that makes her feel so chilled about her significant other? Let's read on. On the day my wife of 68 years died, I still went to the square dance to move my children In our time, women get married around 20 years old. If they didn't get married by the age of 28, they were ridiculed as "old girls". At that time I was the object of ridicule, my parents were very anxious, because she would be poked and prodded when she walked in the village, my mother arranged a matchmaker to give me a marriage.
In fact, he and I haven't met a few times, and every time we met there were a lot of people sitting around us, so I didn't know the other half at all, and I got married in a blur. Though I didn't know his character, at least his looks were attractive to me, tall and handsome, and I married him quickly. After we got married, my mother-in-law urged us to hurry up and have children. People in the countryside emphasize sons over daughters. My first child was a daughter. When the second child was born, my mother-in-law looked like a girl. She even wanted me to give up the second girl. I didn't agree with her anyway. My mother-in-law said that to raise the second girl, I would have to have three children and a son. Luckily God took care of me and the third child really had a son.
At that time I was at home with my children serving my in-laws and my wife was doing business all over the place. She never went on a day and a half and sold wood with good results. In those poor times, our family was the first to buy a color TV, which indirectly means that our family is richer. They say men become bad when they are rich. This is true. After his wife earned some money, he didn't know his last name. Usually, as long as others flatter him, he is generous, treating others to dinner, buying cigarettes and alcohol for others, not eating out every day, or going there to have a good time.
The time I went back to my mother's house, a neighbor saw him and a voluptuous woman go home and spend the night at home. My youngest son was only 2 at the time. To destroy someone, you first have to inflate them. That's a fact. I'm afraid if your wife hadn't been so wild, she wouldn't have gotten her comeuppance so quickly. After a few years of uninhibited life, the lumber mill closed down and he got into a lot of debt. Now he can't afford to go out and have fun, and falling from a height to the bottom is enough to depress him for a while.
There were hardly any divorced people in the village at the time. Besides, my youngest son was only two years old at the time, and I didn't have a job. Besides, the family was financially strapped and I simply couldn't leave the house. At least I had a place to live here, and could only tolerate it and continue to mingle in this home. I have no feelings for him from this time on. I want to treat him as air from now on, and all my energy is focused on my children. Since the timber factory closed down, my wife did not come home to avoid debts all year round, and those who asked for money during the holidays would come to collect debts. I was so distressed that I told them I really didn't have any money and didn't know where he was hiding it. I couldn't make any money by myself with three kids! That time was the hardest time for me. I was so helpless and nasty! Every day people were collecting debts from us, all because of him!
The money my wife owed had nothing to do with me, but he could hide out and the bill collectors would only come to our house. So, when my youngest son started kindergarten, I asked my mother-in-law to help me pick up and drop off the kids. I wanted to work in the city to pay off my debts! I joined a factory specializing in carpet weaving. I'm quick with my hands. Besides, I volunteered to work overtime every day and made a lot of money a month. It took me most of my life and a lot of calluses on my hands to finally pay off my debt.
I don't know where my wife got the news that he came back knowing he was debt free. He also knew that at his age it was almost impossible to start another business, so he decided to work in the city as well. However, he used to make a lot of money and now what he makes every month doesn't even enter his eyes. After three days of work, he is going to be fired by his boss before long, and none of our neighbors can respect our family, they all think our family is finished.
My three children understand how hard I work, and they all work very hard. All three kids went to college, and then they all got good jobs. They got married and had children one after another. After a few years, the three of them put together a sum of money and bought us a house in the county town for our retirement. At this time, the villagers didn't laugh at us because we were the first ones to buy a house in the city, and they even looked at us with envy. I think that when times get better and we live together, I will be able to be his "old partner"?
It's not possible, although I live with him under one roof, but I don't talk to him every day, and he is as lazy as ever, never doing housework, often arranging for me to clean and cook. Even when I do what he says, he picks on me, but I'm used to this life. I just turn a deaf ear to what he says and don't even give him a good look.
About a year later, he found out about lung cancer, which was expected because he usually smoked and drank and now had health problems. I went to the hospital to take care of him at that time and still didn't give him a good look. I only had some sense of responsibility for him, when it came to feelings, I didn't have any at all. Soon after, the doctor told us to take him back and enjoy his last moments. I still gave him three meals a day, but I square danced after work and didn't want to be with him again for a second, the only time I was happiest and most relaxed was when I was square dancing.
The day he died, my children were home with him and I was still square dancing when my children came to the park to inform me. After the funeral, my three kids were still around me and wanted to take me there for a while to relax. I knew they were afraid I wouldn't make it through, so I reassured my kids, "I finally took him away. Don't worry about me. I don't feel bad at all. I hated him from the day he brought that woman home. After a long time, I don't even hate that emotion anymore.