Post Date December, 03 2023
My wife is my college classmate. Back then, she was our school flower, and I put in a lot of effort to catch her. After graduation, I followed my wife to the city where she lived. I applied to a television station, and my wife worked as the editor in chief at a local newspaper.
Not long after my wife and I got married, our child was born. My father-in-law was unwilling to help us take care of the child. In order to earn more money, I volunteered to the TV station and became a journalist. Since then, I have been on business trips for many years, and the burden of my family has been on my wife. When my child went to daycare, my wife had transformed from a former school flower to a yellow faced woman. I saw it in my eyes and felt pain in my heart.
I work for my family all year round, and my wife suffers from severe endocrine disorders, as well as dysmenorrhea and dry private parts during sexual intercourse. We have always been together less and apart more, and every time I see my wife's painful cooperation and intimacy, I feel a bit uneasy.
We finally have our own house through years of frugality and frugality. I thought our happy life was about to begin, but my father-in-law passed away due to a sudden illness at this time, which was a big blow to my wife and mother-in-law, after all, they were just over 50 years old.
My wife, in order to prevent my mother-in-law from being lonely, discussed with me to bring her over to our house. Although I have always had a grudge against my mother-in-law for refusing to help us take care of our children, seeing her pleading eyes softened my heart.
The sudden addition of one person to my original family of three made it difficult for me to adapt. Therefore, I often volunteered to accept cross regional interviews, and my time at home became less and less, mainly due to my mother-in-law's menopause. Every time I returned home, I could hear her full of complaints, which I really couldn't bear.
Once I went to Thailand for an interview, a lonely night accompanied by the boldness of being drunk. I sent an ambiguous message to the Thai girl who received me. The girl was very aggressive and came to the hotel where I stayed that night. I made my first and only betrayal of my wife in my life. After the incident, I inexplicably felt guilty. The Thai girl looked at my painful expression and asked me why.
I explained to her all the things I've been with my wife these years. At the end of the interview, the Thai woman gave me several bottles of Thai wild kudzu root and asked me to convey it to my wife. I was so angry that my wife is a normal woman and not sick. She smiled and said, 'This is not medicine, it's food, it's very popular in Thailand.'.
After returning to my home country, I handed the gift that the Thai woman gave me to my wife. Three months later, my wife lost weight, regained her energy, and her monthly pain was relieved. Even her breasts, which were somewhat loose and sagging after breastfeeding, regained their strength. We seem to have regained the state of our passionate love.
One day, because my wife and I didn't close the door properly when we were intimate, I vaguely felt a person standing at the door. Because the child was already asleep, was it my mother-in-law peeping at us? I can't believe it. When I conveyed this message to my wife, she even scolded me for being indecent in my thoughts.
To prove my innocence, I told my wife to close the door next time and see if I was lying. The reappearance of my mother-in-law immediately embarrassed my wife. The wife wanted to send her mother-in-law back to their home, but she refused. Although we are well aware, we cannot speak out about such matters directly.
So much so that my wife and I are very cautious every time we get intimate, always feeling like a pair of eyes are peeping at us. My wife even puts on her pajamas and opens the bedroom door to check if her mother-in-law is eavesdropping. I am almost crazy about the curse in my wife's heart, and I deeply regret not exposing her mother-in-law's peeping at the beginning.
(Intern Editor: Lai Jiaxing)
