I cann't believe I don't even have an affair.

On Valentine's Day in China, I want a divorce.

On this special festival, we quarreled, and wanted to divorce for 10 1, and really wanted to leave.

Of course, the end result is that it is very sour to see the baby who is babbling next to him, calling his parents again and again. After putting the children to sleep, I even cried, wronged, sad and complained 10000 reasons why I can't get a divorce. In the end, I can't compete with the mother of the child.

I feel particularly uncomfortable. I wanted to talk to someone, but I was embarrassed to find that no one said it. My best friend may be celebrating Qixi at the moment. I don't want my parents to worry that my colleagues will be laughed at. At this moment, everyone is constantly basking in happiness in the circle of friends ... After thinking about the plot of the TV series, maybe there should be a man who comforts you gently at this moment, but I don't, not even a WeChat male friend. At the moment, I have a little understanding of those people who cheat in TV dramas. Are they all looking for a place to vent their anger in such a lonely and sad situation? It is said that their families lack spiritual understanding of them.

After three years of marriage, they all say that three years is painful, right, right. We don't even say anything about love stories. Except today, most of the phone calls are "Are you at home", "Where have you been", "Are you coming back for dinner" and so on. A 50-year-old wife can talk at home, while we are obviously only 30 years old, and the baby is 1.5 years old.

Before I got married, I was grateful to meet a person who had known each other and loved each other countless times. We'll talk all night. He took me on a trip. In the middle of the night, he secretly picked me up without hesitation and took me to the hospital. He will take me to Liu Gongdao to see the sea in a big truck. He will accompany me to eat a bowl of seafood kidney bean noodles that we all like to eat 200 kilometers away. No matter what happens, he will always support me.

I have been working nonstop since I got married, and I am very busy every day. Many times I go home after 10, but occasionally we have our own world on weekends, so we still travel together. Happiness remains the same.

After getting pregnant, I was surprised and unprepared. Two people who were not ready to be parents opened fire violently. He accused me of being effeminate and pretentious. I accused him of not understanding me, enduring severe pain and continuing to quarrel. Finally, I went to the hospital. The doctor said threatened abortion and stayed in bed for a week. This is all stupid. Be honest. Adjust your mentality. I'm going to be a mother, and he's going to be a father. From now on, I will welcome the crystallization of our love, our children.

After giving birth, just like a series of struggles that most women have experienced, our baby came to my side 23 days in advance. This is another sudden surprise. He was unprepared. Until the early morning, he was still playing billiards with his friends. He was pushed out of the delivery room by the doctor. There is no one outside. He may have gone to see the children. I wish I could hear "Wife, you have worked hard." The nurse said, "Look, your family only cares about children, regardless of adults." I cried less than five minutes after I left the delivery room. Am I jealous of my children? No, I just told myself it's okay.

During lactation, because the baby was underweight after birth and had no milk for three days, he drank milk powder directly, which led the baby to deny nipples, keep raising and sucking milk until he had a fever, suck milk every two hours in the middle of the night, watch variety shows with ipad on, and finally couldn't help crying one night. I don't know why, I really don't know, I just want to cry.

Finally, the baby is one and a half years old, and various parenting concepts are constantly arguing. They gave the baby lollipops and repeatedly stressed that it was fruitless, and I finally got angry. All kinds of differences, the family is in a mess, and everyone thinks they are right. I said to myself, nothing is perfect, just storytelling and singing opera.

Today, we had a fight, he said, get out.

I said, why should I go out? You begged me to come, so you said go.

Late at night, after the baby goes to bed, a person recalls our past. I don't even have someone to talk to, or even someone to cheat on. This is my home and my whole life. The saddest thing is that even quarreling is not between two people, but between me and their family.