The first year of marriage
We were so sweet and loving, so much like glue, that we saw other couples fighting and bickering and dropping things and thought it was unbelievable that we could still get by, thinking that those days of bickering 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 fault and let me go home with him. I coldly ignored him and did not go home with him. Until half a month later, he bought a large bouquet of flowers to pick me up, took the initiative to accompany me to the supermarket, I counted his sins for 10 minutes, and finally added a warning: you do this again in the future, I will never forgive you. The first time I saw him, he was silent and agreed.
Third year of marriage
When we fought, 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, “Chicken and mushroom stew 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.
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 watching TV as if nothing had happened, and the living room was still a mess. The leaves of the hanging orchid and the pieces of the pot were scattered all over the place. I took the initiative to clean it up. He made dinner and sat himself down to eat. The first time I saw it, I was able to get to the bottom of it.
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 was cooking 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 cook 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
I didn’t cry when we fought. And in the morning when we quarreled, we admitted our mistake in the afternoon and volunteered to watch the game with him. He went through my sins for tens of minutes, and finally added a warning: If you do that again, I will never forgive you! I was silent and agreed.
