My friend told me that she wanted to divorce, there was no domestic violence, no third party, but she just wanted to divorce.
This thought has been kept in her heart for a long time, so long that she thought she would never come out again.
I met him on a blind date. Everyone said that she had found a good person, she didn't smoke or drink. The outsider said that she gave her salary in the first month after they confirmed their relationship. She had never had a fight in her eighteen years of marriage, but she was more roaring.
But she still wants to get a divorce, everything about them is so out of place. The child has always told his classmates curiously why two people with completely different living habits can live until now?
She wants someone who can guide her and will tell her not to be afraid of someone who has me. She once proposed to separate and saw the primary school children carefully please her, so she let go of this idea.
But she still wanted to divorce. She didn't want to chatter endlessly about the same thing, like a grudge woman, and didn't want to explain why he didn't understand why he was unhappy. She said she was too tired and wanted to take a break.
I was silent. As a friend, I could understand her struggles and contradictions. The children who could not let go of them, the elderly who were afraid of being sad, and the difficulty of survival in middle age was all shackles stuck on my body. I was also confused.
