A broken heart, like broken glass, can never be restored.

A broken heart is like broken glass, and the stupidity of love can never be redeemed.

Just now, an old friend of ours, a couple, came to my house to be a lobbyist, trying to persuade me to change my mind and see if I can start a new life with my husband.

Think about all these years. I was scolded and insulted by my husband. In front of my husband, I am always passive to Nuo Nuo. Dare not have their own ideas, dare not have their own ideas, always care about his feelings. I have to consider him first in everything. I'm just an accessory of his. I have completely lost myself for a long time. With him, I have no dignity and self. For him and for this family, I almost cut off all contact with the outside world. I have no friends and no classmates. The only place that can relieve my troubles after work is the internet.

I was scarred by my feelings. My husband's friends and couples just came to my house to be lobbyists. The relationship between husband and wife is particularly good, women can plan, men are willing to work, respect their wives, and they always negotiate to solve things, which is an enviable couple.

For 20 years, when I was with him, I could hardly think of happiness and happiness. I will always look at his face in my memory and live forever under his critical prediction of violence and fist violence. In order to build his own small factory with him, he nominally went out to sell, but actually went out to have a good time. As a woman, I have to go to work during the day, lead workers to work in my own factory at night, and take care of my daughter in high school when I go home. I am responsible for most chores in all factories, such as incoming materials, delivery, production, packaging, safety and environmental protection. But he euphemistically said that he was out running clients, having parties and coming back every time he finished his work.

I did this, but he was ungrateful, ungrateful and found fault for no reason. I am not a very careful person, and I am so busy that sometimes things will go wrong. When something happened, we quarreled, and after the quarrel, he began to hit people.

In order to run this small factory well, the work I have to do is related to my place and all the expenses at home. I have no money, so I ask him for money. If he is unhappy, he will also hit people.

Friend, why should I bother? I'm thinking about how much I should pay for my family, and he only thinks about himself. In the end, I worked for him for free and even posted.

I was completely disappointed after he attacked me again. Draw a clean line with him. I don't ask about him at all. We just live in the same house like neighbors.

His broken heart is like a piece of glass, and no one can recover it. Once, the slightest emotion buried him in my heart and turned it into a blessing to each other, wishing happiness and well-being. That's all!

Cherish each other