As the saying goes, a freeze is not a day’s cold, in fact, from the moment you step into the wedding hall, the man’s body starts to itch. This is a netizen about the amazing changes in her seven years of marriage, do you still dare to get married after reading it?
The first year of marriage
We were sweet and loving, like glue and paint. I think it’s incredible to see other couples fighting and bickering and breaking things and still get by, and I think those days of bickering are far away from us.
The second year of marriage
We started to fight. I broke a delicate and expensive clock during the fight, 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 comprehensive range of products and services to the market. He was silent and agreed.
Third year of marriage
During the fight, I smashed 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 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.
Fourth year of marriage
During the fight, I broke a pot of my I broke a small hanging orchid that I had cultivated, cried for 20 minutes, and then went downstairs to skulk around for the rest of the day. When I got home, I saw him sitting on the couch like nothing 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 place. 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 debated 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 off 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 up the cushion, 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!
6th year of marriage
I didn’t throw anything during the fight. 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 when I quarreled in the morning, I admitted my fault in the afternoon and volunteered to watch the game with him. He will be my sins for tens of minutes, and finally added a warning: you do this again in the future, I will never forgive you! I was silent and agreed.