Post Date December, 02 2023
Sex marriage: legs under the table and husband gently rub
My husband Wen and I were introduced.
He is a tiger and a surgeon. I liked him almost at first sight.
I was the youngest daughter at home. I almost poured out all my love from childhood to him. In addition to two miscarriages, he put down his scalpel temporarily and reluctantly agreed to marry me.
The newly married holiday trip made me dizzy with happiness. However, all the romance in my life has come to an end when I set foot on the train to return to Jinan. At the same time, endless worries and anxieties have just begun
Our child was born soon. After a hundred days, it is natural for some friends to make a fuss about inviting guests, so I will take care of the "earthly" coffee shop.
The huge room is full of classmates and friends who are supporting the audience. They are trying to create a happy atmosphere between the ribbons and balloons.
When I was happy, my colleague Nan gave me a hard squeeze. I looked down and found that a long beautiful woman's leg under the table was leaning against Wen's leg and rubbing gently!
Wen obviously thought that I didn't know, and was squinting and not changing his face, immersed in enjoyment, and quietly catering. My head hummed.
The girl's name is Yan. Before the second astronomical day, I looked up all the information about him and the girl on his computer twice and three times.
She is his female patient, and a decaying appendix is the medium of their love. They even killed a child! It was less than 100 hours before he took me to register in a hurry!
I limped to the ground and cried like a fool without shyness.
He came back as if nothing had happened. I noticed for the first time that he secretly turned off his mobile phone while hanging his coat.
There was a World Cup game that day. He shouted in the living room, and I tossed and turned in bed.
I deliberately walked between him and the TV, but he turned a blind eye. I was in a hurry and rushed to block in front of the TV. He looked at me angrily and shouted: What do you want to do?!
Wen didn't care about my abnormality. Late one night, I was so miserable that I woke him up crying and said that I dreamed he was looking for another woman. He muttered: neurotic.
He was going to sleep again, and I blurted out: Yan!
He bounced off the bed like a reflex, and his expression at that moment made my heart cool. People's subconscious is the easiest to expose everything.
When he came back, he only had to confess to me. He said that his relationship with her was just a moment of joy. He doesn't want to give up the seemingly happy marriage we just established.
Give me three days, he said. Give me three days, and I will solve it. Like the most virtuous woman in ancient times, I listened to his speech and said only two words. Go to sleep. I admit I love him. This is the root of inclusiveness. I am fascinated by his courteous temperament and elegant manner, but that kind of insecurity has become a hidden danger in my mind.
I am often paranoid, even when I am on duty. When you are very sad, talk to your friend Nan. Nan summed up and said, in a word, you love him too much. The problem with a man is that the more you love him, the less he may take you seriously.
Later, something I didn't expect happened again! Once I went home early and couldn't knock on the door. I was nervous. I turned to the balcony and found the figure of the little nanny running askew! Put on your coat while walking!
It was strange that I was not angry or sad at that moment. My heart was as cold as water. Wen came out neatly dressed and pretended to be surprised and asked, "Are you back?"? Maybe our marriage should be over. I heard myself say.
That time, I moved really. I am not only disappointed with Wen, but also doubly disappointed with myself. However, when he saw that I was determined this time, he was really silent.
At midnight, I heard him tossing and turning, unable to sleep, accompanied by heavy breathing.
In the middle of the day, his hand slowly reached over, brushed my black hair, and said, I found that I still love you very much. Other women are just symbols of the body for me. Only you, I feel more and more suitable for me. I feel better about you.
He chattered until the end. It was already dawn. I looked back and smiled pale at him and said, "Please say it again, I don't understand.".
Three days later, we finally came out of the civil court. Wen suggested taking a walk to the nearby Daming Lake. He said that the verdict didn't come down until three days later. Shall we not divorce? I said, no. Before long, I received an urgent telegram from Wen. My son was admitted to the hospital with acute myocarditis. When my son was rescued, I cried silently. When the child vaguely called my name, the meaning of sacrifice was rekindled in my mind.
I fully believe that my son's illness is entirely due to my fault. I swear to God in front of my son's bed that if my son can get well, I will remarry and forgive Wen for everything. After remarriage, I tried, and he seemed to have tried. But we can never return to the feeling of dependence and affiliation.
He went home, ate and watched TV for two. There is very little time to speak. I am at home alone, but I feel more secure in my heart, but I have some unspeakable depression. After my son's 7th birthday, I sent him back to his hometown in Shanxi for a while. After returning, I couldn't tell why. My bad intuition began to appear again.
Because his expression and habitual little movements appeared again. For example, his laptop is equipped with complex passwords, and he never opens it until I sleep.
When his mobile phone rings, he always habitually looks at the number above. Mobile phone information, even some weather forecast and so on - are consumed every day.
I don't want to be too suspicious. After several twists and turns, I really hope to have a good rest and everything is normal. But again, I couldn't help testing him.
I said that my mobile phone was dead. I wanted to borrow his mobile phone to use it at work this day. He immediately shook his head nervously and said no. After a while, he may feel that he has made a mistake. He added, OK. I said coldly, thank you, no need.
One day, I called my friend Lin at his home. I said I would stay with my friends. He said, well, I'm going to sleep anyway. Lin laughed that I was going to be a neurotic woman.
But at 12 o'clock at night, I suddenly decided to go home and have a look. He was not at home. I called him on my home phone. The line was busy all the time. I went in and out of the bedroom and living room irritably. After thinking about it, I dialed a home phone number with my mobile phone.
Something strange happened. After ringing twice, the phone suddenly connected. I was shocked. His voice came from the other end of the line. Why didn't you sleep.
I said, where are you?
I'm at home. Don't you call home now?
I held back my anger, and he transferred his home phone to my mobile phone to cheat me!
Alas, I can't change my nature as a playboy husband!
I wanted to cry without tears, and sat on the floor of my house alone until Wen was drunk and opened the door with a young girl who looked like a schoolgirl.
At the sight of me, he was shocked. The girl gave a cry of fright and turned and ran away immediately. That night, Wen cried for an hour. He repeatedly apologized to me, but the child was still young. We just remarried. For the sake of the child
I know he loves his son, otherwise, on his condition, he is not afraid of the pursuit of many girls after divorce.
On the contrary, maybe it is divorced women of my age who are more scared. However, my heart has become numb and I am particularly calm. After so much of his erotic history, I understand that I have given him the opportunity to repent time and time again. Agreeing with him this time is tantamount to acquiescence. He can always do that in the future.
But if I don't agree, I will face the dissolution of my marriage. What about my children and how will I live in the future? I said to him, give me one night and I will give you an answer tomorrow morning. How on earth should I answer him?
