I cheated. I cheated physically. It was the first time I cheated with my first love boyfriend. I didn't fall asleep all night last night. I blamed myself for guilt and pain, didn't feel irritating, and didn't have the unforgettable first love. It just felt shameful. . .
My husband has been mixing up with some friends and friends all day long. He has been gambling money outside, regardless of his family. In the past few years, I have been relying on my salary alone to support the family. The children bring their own money, earn them by themselves, and live here without a house or car. It’s not a big or small city, with thousands of dollars a month’s dead salary. Life is really hard. My husband comes back from time to time to steal my money to repay my gambling bills. People who have to come to my door for gambling debts have also had divorces and never got married. The main consideration is that the child is pitiful.
A few days ago, my first love in high school came to me on a business trip. I just faced him normally, just eating and chatting together, and nothing else happened. Later, during the Spring Festival, I took my child back to my hometown for the New Year. He came to me again, drove his Audi, and took me to his circle to play. I thought that I would be bored at home, so I went to various night clubs with him. One day I played. I drank a lot of wine too late, opened a room in the most arrogant hotel in the county, and the relationship happened afterwards!
I admit that I didn’t stay with my first love because of my parents’ opposition back then. I have always loved him very much. Of course, after that night, we will no longer contact us and say yes, ""Old and dead, never contact" and wait for who to die first. The one who died later went to the grave and offered a bunch of flowers." . . . . . This is the secret I can't tell
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