Post Date December, 03 2023
First year of marriage
We are so sweet and affectionate that we can still live on when we see other couples fighting and quarreling and dropping things. I think it's incredible that the noisy days are far away from us.
The second year of marriage
We began to quarrel. During the quarrel, I broke a delicate and expensive clock, cried for 40 minutes, and then took my baggage back to my mother's house. I thought, divorce! I will never continue to live with a person who quarrels with me. Every day after work, he would run to the unit to pick me up, take the initiative to admit my mistake and let me go home with him.
I neither ignored him nor went home with him with a cold face. Until half a month later, he bought a bunch of flowers to pick me up and took the initiative to accompany me to the supermarket. I counted his guilt for 10 minutes, and finally added a warning: "If you do this again, I will never forgive you." He was silent and agreed.
The third year of marriage
During the quarrel, I broke several cheap glasses and cried for 30 minutes. Then I stayed at my friend's house for a few days. He called me a few times and I went home. He cleaned the broken glass on the ground, but I still ignored him. Hide in the bedroom while eating. He knocked at the door outside and said, "The chicken stewed gourd is ready, come out to eat. He knocked twice at the door, and I came out to eat with him." He told me that he was wrong, willing to correct, and asked if I could forgive him. I am silent.
The fourth year of marriage
During the quarrel, I broke a pot of small chlorophytum comosum I had cultivated, cried for 20 minutes, and then walked downstairs for a day. After returning home, I saw him sitting on the sofa and watching TV as if nothing had happened. The living room was still in a mess. The broken leaves of chlorophytum comosum and the fragments of flower pots were lost everywhere. I took the initiative to clean it up. He cooked dinner and sat down to eat. I filled a bowl of rice myself and sat opposite him. He was noncommittal when discussing with him who was right and who was wrong.
The fifth year of marriage
During the quarrel, I threw a cushion from the sofa onto the floor, cried for 10 minutes, and then rushed from the living room to the bedroom. No one cooked dinner. He stood on the balcony smoking. I took the initiative to come out of the bedroom, picked up the cushion, made a favorite dinner, and went to bed after eating. He went to a restaurant outside for dinner. When he came back, I took the initiative to talk to him and reason with him. He said vehemently: I'm not wrong!
The sixth year of marriage
I didn't throw anything during the fight. I only cried for five minutes and stayed in the living room for a change of posture. He stayed at his friend's house and didn't return for several days. I called him and begged him to go home. Take the initiative to cook a favorite dinner for him, serve him a meal, tell him I was wrong, be willing to correct, and ask him if he can forgive me. He was silent.
The seventh year of marriage
I didn't cry during the quarrel. He quarreled in the morning and admitted his mistake in the afternoon. He took the initiative to watch the game with him. He counted my guilt for ten minutes and added a warning at the end: "If you do this again, I will never forgive you!" I was silent and agreed.
(Intern editor: Chen Hao)
