How did you and your husband meet?

My husband and I had a flash marriage. We were in love for more than two months until we got the certificate. The wedding is scheduled for the end of this year.

We met at an event in my unit. He was a reporter and I was a staff member.

From the moment we looked at each other when we entered the door, I felt that he was exactly what my future husband looked like in my mind, tall, fat, and without glasses. I clearly remember that he was wearing a pea green shirt that day. I don’t know what he felt when he saw me at first sight. Later, when we were together, he told me that he was also moved by me at that moment. Later I thought, this is probably love at first sight.

For some reason, he sat next to me and asked me a question. When I answered, my palms were sweating, and I secretly glanced at his ring finger. Well, there was no ring. Then for some reason, we were standing very close to each other. I joked with my colleague and he heard me. I felt that he was laughing but I still didn’t dare to look at him. Then I remembered that he had a colleague whom I knew quite well, so I quietly asked him about him. I was ecstatic when I learned that he didn't have a girlfriend. That night, he took the initiative to add me on WeChat. Later he told me that he was so happy that he stayed up all night. He had a crush on me after a brief contact during the day. If I hadn't taken the initiative to inquire about him, he would probably never dare to approach me because he thought I must have a boyfriend. Heehee

After knowing each other for a month, we confirmed our relationship. Everything happened naturally and logically. I don’t know why we talked about marriage. We met our parents, the parents of both parties met, got engaged, set the wedding date, and a series of things. After completion, choose to receive the certificate on May 20th and officially start the legally protected marriage life.

Married life is what I imagined. We would quarrel over trivial things. Most of the time, I would be making trouble and he would be laughing. He has never really lost his temper with me, which I am very grateful to him for, because negative emotions are really the least beautiful part of a person. My husband is three years older than me and more mature than me. Compared to him, I am like a child, crying, fussing and acting coquettishly. When it comes to acting like a spoiled child, I myself have not been fond of acting like a spoiled child since I was a child, and I hardly ever act like a spoiled child with others. I try my best to show myself to be strong. But after meeting my husband, I felt like I was truly a child again. I am also trying to make myself mature, but when I am protected, who would want to be so sensible? Don't wrong yourself if things can be solved by kissing, hugging and being coquettish.

In an intimate relationship, the most touching thing is that the other person can easily detect your emotional changes and think about you.

I was originally a person who was relatively pessimistic about love. I always felt that there could be people in this world who really couldn’t live without each other. It wasn’t until I met my husband that I realized that falling in love is truly a wonderful thing, and that the feeling of being inseparable from each other is real. I always hold my hand when I'm not asleep. Even if we are lying down and playing with our phones, he will hold my hand. Under normal circumstances, I wake up early in the morning, but I will stay in bed. The first thing my husband does when he is in a daze is to reach out to me, kiss my cheek and then hold me in his arms. I really hate that time flies so fast every morning, because these moments are so beautiful. When we are together, I hope that every minute and every second can slow down, so that I can steal the morning light in the gaps in the curtains. His eyelashes, secretly kiss him a few more times...

Trust is the cornerstone of love and marriage. Although you have to give yourself a sense of security, the other party can superimpose it and turn it into happiness to a greater extent. feel.

Because we are both public servants, our salaries and benefits are pretty much transparent, and we didn’t have much property before marriage, so we manage our own salaries separately, and we will inform each other in time when we spend a large amount of money, except for the fact that our parents-in-law gave us a small amount before marriage. A large sum of money was placed in my husband's account for the down payment on the house we purchased after our marriage. For some reasons, this money has never been used. One day, on a whim, I proposed to deposit it into our *** account. At first, my husband thought that it was the same as putting it in his account, so there was no need to move it around, and I didn’t. I put the matter aside as a matter of fact.

Until one day, we talked about various plans for the future, including capital management, income, children, etc., and I said, putting that large deposit in our public account will make me safe. My husband immediately decided to withdraw the money and give it to me. Because our working hours are similar to those of the bank, this matter has not been implemented after several days. My husband is thinking of ways every day to actively handle this matter. thing. I was very touched, not by the incident itself, but by seeing my husband’s attitude and his active desire to increase my sense of security.

Details make love and sublimate love. Married life is about polishing the details over and over until the two parties become a gear, meshing with each other and moving forward in life.

A few days ago, I had a fungal infection on my feet for unknown reasons. It was extremely itchy and very uncomfortable. When we were sitting together watching a movie in the evening, my husband saw me crossing my feet. He picked up the ointment in the drawer and applied it on me with his fingers. It was the same the next night. On the third day, we went to bed early. I thought he had forgotten about it, and thought it was almost healed, so he didn't mention it. He was playing with his cell phone when it suddenly popped up and walked to the living room, muttering about something he had forgotten. When he came back, he held the ointment in his hand and tilted his head. I laughed, and at that moment, my heart really melted. Kiss my baby.

I have a mysophobia and cannot bear to see things in my house being left untidy and messy. This often makes me angry, so I have "strict" demands on him. Later, I gradually let him go, and learned to let myself breathe a sigh of relief. In his words, don't tire yourself out, just be casual and do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Clothes are hung out as soon as you call, the floors are mopped clean, and everyone has a clear division of labor. Cleaning is not tiring at all, and the house is in good order.