People before and after marriage seem to be two completely different people, before the marriage of small problems, not committing major problems; after the marriage immediately no longer cover up, a bunch of vices out.
The first year of marriage
We were sweet and loving, like glue, and it was amazing to see other couples fighting and bickering and throwing things around, and we thought that those noisy days were far away.
The second year of marriage
We started to fight. I broke an expensive clock, cried for 40 minutes, and then took my bag back to my mother’s house. I thought, “Divorce! I will never continue to live with someone who fights with himself. Every day after work, he would run to pick me up from work, offering to admit his mistake and let me go home with him.
I coldly neither ignored him nor went home with him. The company’s main goal is to provide a better solution to the problem. He was silent and agreed.
The third year of marriage
During the fight, I broke some cheap glasses, cried for 30 minutes, then went to a friend’s house for a few days, he called me a few times, and I came home. He cleared the broken glass crumbs off the floor, but I still ignored him. Hid in the bedroom at dinner and didn’t come out. He knocked on the door outside and said, “The chicken goulash is ready, come out and eat. He knocked twice and I came out and ate with him.” He told me he was wrong and was willing to make things right, and asked if I could forgive him. I was silent.
The fourth year of marriage
During the fight, I broke a small hanging orchid I had cultivated, cried for 20 minutes, and then went downstairs to skulk for the rest of the day. When I got home, I saw him sitting on the couch as if nothing had happened, and the living room was still a mess. The living room was still a mess. The broken leaves of the hanging orchid and the pieces of the pot were spread all over the floor. I took the initiative to clean it up. He made dinner and sat himself down to eat. I sat down across from him with my own bowl of rice and argued with him about who was right and who was wrong, but he didn’t say anything.
Fifth year of marriage
During the fight, I threw a cushion from the couch to the floor, cried for 10 minutes, and then rushed from the living room to the bedroom. No one made dinner. He was standing on the balcony smoking. I volunteered to come out of the bedroom, picked the cushion up, made a dinner I loved, ate it, and went to bed. He went out to a restaurant for dinner and when he came back, I took the initiative to talk to him and reason with him, and he said verbally, I’m not wrong!
Sixth year of marriage
When we fought, I didn’t throw anything. Only cried for five minutes and stayed in the living room only to change positions. He went to stay at a friend’s house and didn’t return for a few days. I called him and pleaded with him to come home. Offered to make a dinner he loved, served him dinner, told him I was wrong and willing to make things right, asked if he could forgive me. He was silent.
7th year of marriage
When we fought, I didn’t cry. And in the morning when we fought, we admitted our fault in the afternoon and volunteered to watch the game with him. He took my sins for tens of minutes, adding a warning at the end: “If you do this again, I will never forgive you!” I was silent and agreed.