How does it feel to be hurt by someone you love the most?

Six months ago, I received a coloured letter from a stranger with a picture of my wife, Nguyen Yan, in a tight uniform. I had never seen such a wife, whose eyes were obscurant and left hand was a more tempting gesture.

This picture made me dizzy, I lit a cigarette, I found my body shaking, and I texted the stranger: “Who are you and what do you want? I’m sorry.

And half a minute later, he returned with an extremely humiliating text: “Your wife is very smelly, and it’s a shame to follow you.” I’m sorry.

I tried to dial the phone and the man turned it off.

All afternoon, I felt like my brain was like a lost machine, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about where I was sitting in a chair until the office was empty. I went to the toilet to turn on the phone again, to put the picture to the maximum, fantasizing that the picture was P, and I watched it for a minute, desperately realizing that it was true, and that there was a mole on Nguyen’s waist, a secret feature known only to very close people.

It’s the same location as the mole.

I’ve known Nguyen Yan for six years and been married for four years, and in the memory of the past, she’s always been a clean and gentle woman. She’s a beautiful woman with great eyes and nosy noses. She’s not aggressive. She’s a beautiful girl in college. I’ve been in love with you and I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been in love for a year, I’ve been selling in Guangzhou, she sells houses in Wuhan and makes a phone call every night.

As far as I know, Nguyen Ying was a girl who couldn’t leave, remember when we first went to bed, and when I crawled into bed, she said to me, “Chang, let me make it clear to you that I’m not a virgin. If you don’t mind, don’t touch me. We can end this at any time. If you don’t mind touching me with this, then don’t mention it anymore, or I’ll be in the wrong place. I’m sorry.

I was in a very awkward position, my pants were off and my sweater was on the floor, and I knew she had spoken to two boyfriends before me. Now, in the words of my friend’s old gun, the only way to find a virgin is to go to kindergarten. But when she put it forth so bluntly, I said, “I don’t care about what happened to you, but you have to promise me that you won’t mess with any other man.” I’m sorry.

Nguyen Yin heard that and took off his underwear like a kitten in my arms.

Many times that night, our skin was so smooth, which gave me great satisfaction. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, it was hard to judge whether she enjoyed or suffered. I asked her, “Why didn’t you order a bed?” I’m sorry.

“Why are you so naughty and annoying?” I’m sorry.

To be honest, I’m happy to see her face of shame, which means that her sexual experience is not rich, or that she is essentially not a slutty woman.

But now…

I came out of the office building with a cold wind, drilled into my car, called Nguyen Yeung, and there was some noise, and I asked her what she was doing, and she said, “It’s time to get off work. There’s a lot of people looking at the room today. You go back and cook, and I’ll cook. I’m sorry.

I laughed, “No, we’re going out today. I’m here to pick you up. I’m sorry.

She’s a little surprised.

And I said, “Yeah, we had more than 10,000, and we had a good meal today. I’m sorry.

After I hung up, my tears came out, bitch, and I yelled in my heart.

Two.

If we compare the city to the man, Beijing is a noble man, Shanghai is a successful man in a suit, and Cheng is like a young girl in a clean dress. Wuhan is supposed to be a little punk with a smoke on his face, straight and straight, but no bad thoughts.

When Nguyen Yan and I were getting married, her father made three demands: first, no matter what happens, no beating. Second, there is little money to make, but no money to lie at home. Three, go back at least once a month and see them. They don’t have to buy anything. They’re cooking.

I was moved by the fact that in the 1990s she had a family plan, and her parents put her above her life, and did not let her clean up at home. I lifted up my glass and said to the father-in-law of the future: “Father, don’t worry, I will fight my life, and I will lead him to a good life.” I’m sorry.

And when he had said, “Drink the white wine from the cup, take it to the middle of the day and pull it into my arm, lest I should have had too much to drink,” his father said, “Let him finish it.” I’m sorry.

On the day of his marriage, both of his parents were depressed, and his mother’s eyes were swollen, probably a few times, crying, and her father gave me a red bag and said to his voice: “You shall have Chen’s tree and Nguyen’s voice, remember what you said.” I’m sorry.

I bowed to my second-year-old and took Nguyen Yeung out of her house.

There were two cards in the red bag, three hundred and fifty thousand, almost all the savings of the old two, and his father said it was not a good thing to be married and rent a house outside.

I’m not a bad person, since the day I got married, and I’ve been trying to make money, running dealers all over the country, running from a small clerk to a deputy manager’s post, losing 20 pounds a year and drinking and permeating my stomach for $20,000.

Two years later, his father bought an Audi A4 in three circles, and after another year, all my money was put on Nguyen Qin’s, with only a few thousand dollars spent on it, and she should have had 1.8 million.

Why would she do that?

“What are you thinking, like a lost soul? “Young Yan knocks on my hand with chopsticks and asks while drinking water.

“No… nothing. “I suddenly found her in a black dress I’ve never seen, strapped around her waist tight, very sturdy.

In addition, she was wearing fine makeup, and I remember she used to wash her face with lipstick and go out to work, and now she’s powdering and gawling, preferring to wake up half an hour early and clean her face.

There’s a good chance that the “smuggling man” is their company, and I think with all my heart.

“You bought it the other day, right. What’s your bonus? “She ate her food and tried to turn it off.

“Who bought it with?”

“Duryn, who else? I’m sorry.

“When did you get it?”

“What are you doing? “What do you want to ask? I’m sorry.

I was so busy laughing, I said this dress was perfect for her, and I thought I’d buy her a few more to wear.

He laughed and strangled me with his fingernails: “Go to the checkout and get mad.” I’m sorry.

When we came home almost 10 o’clock, we took a turn to take a bath, and Nguyen was lying in bed playing with my cell phone, and I thought of that picture, and suddenly I came in, and I put her out of her pajamas, and she put her hand on me, “It’s too late, I’m tired and I’m getting up early tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

“All right, I’ll drive you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to wait a few days. I’m sorry.

I don’t care about her. Take off her shirt and start talking. Her pants, I don’t know if I’m acting too rough, and she kicked me in the face: “You’re tired of saying I don’t want to.” I’m sorry.

I had a bite of my teeth, but I didn’t have a seizure and went to the window to smoke.

He thought he had gone too far, rubbing his thighs and saying, “You’re hurting me.” I’m sorry.

There’s no doubt that this woman’s mind is not on me.

I took the ashtray to the living room and started to plan my reluctant plans. After so long in society, I understood that it was necessary to learn to be patient, to be determined and to act in the best interests of myself, whether in the event of happiness or misfortune.

The first thing is to find more evidence of her cheating and find the traitor.

It’d be better to catch her in bed, so she has nothing to say.

Then find a way to get back the money she’s got. It’s all my blood money.

In the end, you have to think of a way to get rid of it.

Send this picture on the Internet to make her a Net Red?

It’s not good, so I’m ashamed too. Everyone knows I’m wearing a green hat.

Find a girl with STDs, let her seduce that man and get them all sick?

It could be considered, but it would be difficult to implement.

I’m like a snake spitting on a believer, in a dark space, with the evil in my heart in a tooth dance.

On Friday morning I found a private detective who said he was wearing it, gave him $8,000 to follow Nguyen Yeung’s report, and I looked into the phone calls and information records and found that she was in close contact with two men, her first lover, Zhang Zheng, who was a young man, a good-looking man, and an embroidery pillow.

When they were in love, I heard that one night, Nguyen Yeung was out eating dinner, and he was flirting with a bunch of gangsters, whistling with his hands, keeping his head shut, or the owner of the hotel coming out and asking him, “Why don’t you help me out? I’m sorry.

Zhang said, “They have four of them, and the good men do not suffer the loss they see before them. I’m sorry.

She lied to me that she had no contact with Zhang Zheng, that they had made several calls in the meantime.

Another person, called “Manager Soo”, has a higher frequency of contact with Nguyen Yan, who calls almost 20 to 30 minutes a day at noon. If I’m right, that person should be one of the small heads of their company. It’s no surprise that this society has a little power over women. I’m just sad that you shouldn’t be so cheap.

I came out for tea with Doreen. Doreen and Nguyen Yeung were friends for many years. The university was in a dormitory, graduated in a company. Doreen and I were bridesmaid when Nguyen Yeung married. Doreen wears a green ink dress, has a strong ponytail, has a moving eye under the white forehead and is very feminine in the dark light.

“What did Chen think of inviting me to dinner today? Did you want me to beg? Doreen joked with me.

“Yes, you have to say good things for me, or I’ll be swept out. I smiled and poured her tea.

“It’s as if it’s true. Say it. What is it? Doreen looked at me and took a cup of tea.

“Do you have a manager named Sue? I’m sorry.

“How do you know that? He was transferred from the head office only last month, and now both Nguyen Yan and I are in his hands. Doreen is a little surprised.

“Airborne leader? Is it rich? I’m sorry.

“It’s supposed to be rich, and he’s not very old. He’s got a couple of houses in Shenzhen. I’m sorry.

Rich?

I think of that photo and those provocative words, like what the rich generation did.

“You know Zhang Zheng? I’m trying to ask questions.

Which Zhang Zheng?

“You haven’t seen your first boyfriend? I’m sorry.

Doreen thought about it and smiled at me and sarcastically sarcasticly on the table: “Ha ha ha ha, it’s all about the Monkey Moon, and you’re still obsessed with it. It’s not me who criticizes you, Mr. Chen.

It seems Doreen didn’t know about Nguyen Yeung and Zhang Cheong’s connection, and I ordered a large table of food on my face, and one of them made fun of her, and she almost fell down on her feet when she left the house, and I put her in my arms. I smelled the smell of her. She was a little embarrassed to stand up and untie my arm, and she had a red face, so she said, “Oh, I accidentally ate your tofu.” I’m sorry.

Looking at Doreen with a little shyness, I suddenly surged, and a perfect revenge plan appeared in my head.

“Why are you playing cards with old guns all this time? At 2:30 a.m., Nguyen Yan sat on the couch and scared me when I first came in.

“The old gun knows a lot of bosses and can do business. “I threw my coat on the couch and washed my face in the bathroom.

Chen Tree. “Where’s the money on the card? I’m sorry.

This woman is more insensitive than I thought, and I’ve taken the money for a week, and now she realizes.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I know a software owner who put all his money in his project. I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you talk to me? “What if you throw all this money into it? Do you think I’m your wife?”

Shit, I should give you a fucking movie prize. I swear.

“Don’t lose. Don’t worry, it’s a very high return on the project. I laughed at her and said:

Women always believe in men’s drawings, I open my mouth, blow down the smallpox that doesn’t exist, and Nguyen Qin apparently put aside his concerns and took his cell phone to bed.

We haven’t had a couple for half a month, and that’s good. I don’t have her, and I don’t want to touch her.

The next morning, Nguyen Yan asked me to accompany her to her mother’s house, and I found an excuse to go there and let her go. When she came downstairs, I called the old gun, and there was a lot of noise, and the old gun yelled at me: “You got caught, you come straight to the warehouse in the sea.” I’m sorry.

I finally met Zhang Zhang Zheng’s real man, who had his nose swollen, his nose bleeding all over his body, and his body shivering like he wanted to piss his pants at any time. I’m sorry.

Zhang Xuan looked at me and shook his head.

And We lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said to him, “Whatever I ask you, you answer, and nothing will come true. If you want to play, they can play with you more.” I’m sorry.

Zhang’s eyes were so slow, I didn’t know what I meant. The old gun was a slap in the face, and he was crying at his mother, and the old gun pointed at him, and he said, “Do you fucking scream, do you cut off your tongue? I’m sorry.

Zhang Zhang kept his mouth shut and the yellow tears flowed through his eyes.

“You, do you know me?” I asked again.

“I know you’re Nguyen Yan’s husband. Zhang Zhang Zhengxi nods as much.

“Great. I took out my cell phone and put it in front of him: “Did you send this picture?” I’m sorry.

“Not really. Zhang Zhang Zheng is shaking his head.

“Look at this fucking thing. “The boy seemed scared and started shaking his head for less than a second.

“No, brother, I haven’t seen Nguyen Yeung for years…” Zhang Xian asked for forgiveness with his cry.

“What did you say on her phone? I looked at him straight in the eye, and I didn’t know why Nguyenhing liked that little white face.

“My mother got sick a while ago, and I borrowed 10,000 bucks from her, and I paid her back, and I asked her and her brother to eat, and she said no, and I didn’t want to contact her again, and we… never met. I’m sorry.

The old gun took a wrench from the side of the closet and waved it twice, and said to me, “I see the boy is not telling the truth, so be with him again.” I’m sorry.

At that point, a stench of stench came out of Zhang Xian, and Zhang Zheng stopped screaming, leaving his legs shaking, and he opened his mouth and made no sound.

The old gun stood up with his nose on it, and I had to kick it.

“Forget it, it’s not him. I’m sorry.

Six.

Back home, Nguyen Yan was cooking in the kitchen, and since I took all the money out of the house, we had a very difficult time, and we couldn’t see the larvae on the table, as if we had just met. I remember when we used to eat at a fast-food restaurant, 10 bucks a bowl of lids, and Nguyen Ying would put a small piece of meat in my bowl, and she said I had a lot of work to eat, and she had to keep her house in shape.

When he ate, he put a piece of casserole in my bowl with chopsticks. She said, “Eat more, it feels like you’ve lost a lot of weight, and the black eye is coming out. I’m sorry.

And I looked at her tender eyes, and it was hard to judge whether she was disguised, and she came to the house, like she remembered, and brought me a bank card, and she said, “This is from my father, and now there is no living money. Take it, and men have no money. I’m sorry.

My eyes are hot. Pick up the bank card.

Let’s start over, we’re not little kids. We’re gonna have a few years to remember. I tried to convince myself.

I said, “You tell me honestly, have you been…

“Don’t interrupt, I haven’t finished. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, you’ve thrown all your money into the business and you’re not involved in it. Listen to me. We’ll get all our money back sometime, and we’ll be rich and expensive, okay? I’m sorry.

Boom, something’s broken.

It was her disguise, and she was starting to think the other way around.

I nod my head: “Well, I’ll talk to him in a few days and get the money back. I’m sorry.

“If you can’t get it all back, you can get half, and if you can’t make a profit, you can’t throw it all away. I’m sorry.

I can’t wait, Sema’s heart.

“Okay,” I laughed at her, “Don’t worry, eat.” I’m sorry.

When I brushed my teeth at night, I glimpsed a used pregnancy test stick in a garbage can in the toilet, and I picked it up, and I saw it with a plus sign, and in that moment I felt like my marriage was over, and I no longer had any fantasies about it.

I suddenly remembered that she didn’t have a period of menstruation this month, and if I had only done it twice since last month, that we had been married for so long, that we had been without children, that we had gone to the hospital many times, and that the doctors could not say so, just gave us some nutrients to relax.

Why does she insist that I take her to work every day instead of taking the subway as usual?

Why does she eat a special vitamin every night?

Why doesn’t she want me to touch her all this time?

If that picture is just a prick, it’s like a knife, and I can barely kick. Don’t blame me for being ruthless!

I threw it back in the trash, took my coat out, and Nguyen Qin came to the door and asked me what I was doing so late.

I drank a lot of wine that night, and the old gun yelled at a group of young girls in vocational schools, and the men and women were packed in a room. One of them had goose-faced faces, bending eyes, and she sat next to me, and she said a lot of complimentary words, saying that I was handsome, that I was good-looking, that I was like a successful person in a TV show, and I laughed and put a scratch of money in her chest, and touched her face, and said, “Do you promise me, don’t lie to me again?” I’m sorry.

The little girl kisses me with her eyes and her husband screams, and she sees some in my wallet, and asks me, “How could I lie to you, I only love you, my husband…”

I had a bulge in my stomach, and I ran and crawled to the trash can and started vomiting.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

“Honey, I’ll get you a hot water. I’m sorry.

“Honey, where are we going?”

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I slapped her in the face, and she screamed and fell down, as if she was scared, and she looked at me with tears, and the old gun came in handy with the friends. I realized that I had lost my mind, wiped the tears of my face, pulled the little girl up, and I took all the money out of my wallet and stuffed it into her hand: “I am not your husband, go.” I’m sorry.

All the preparations are in place, private detectives have taken pictures of Nguyen Yeung’s hotel, all the money is transferred to the account that the old gun helped me with, the house is mortgaged, and Doreen. I thought she would take care of her relationship with Nguyen Yeung and I would not go too fast. I didn’t think I’d sleep with her after a drunk, and the next morning she was a little confused, and she was wearing clothes, and she said, “I don’t want to hurt my best friend, let’s forget last night. I’m sorry.

Dooline was a pretty girl, but she was in love with a guy who had been tricked by a programmer’s boyfriend for tens of thousands of dollars, and she said that even the programmer had become a piece of shit. I guess she had a thing for me, because I was drunk the other night, and she took me to the hotel room.

And I lit a cigarette: “If you do not say I will not, she will not know, nor will there be any harm that will not hurt.” I’m sorry.

And Doreen thought about it, lying by my side, and took away from me the smoke from my mouth. She said: Then promise not to let it go, and Nguyen would hate me. I’m sorry.

Every two days thereafter, we came out to open a house, probably out of revenge, or because of the skill of Doreen’s bed, which I never felt when I was with Nguyen.

The first scene was an old gun with a bunch of punks who came to my house with a bar and kicked me in the face when Nguyen Qian was scared and pointed so hard at me and said, “If you don’t pay the $300,000, I’ll cut my hand off next time.”

After he left, Nguyen Yan helped me clean up the wounds on my face, and her tears were dripping down: “Why are you gambling? I’m sorry.

And I was impatient to throw away her hand, saying: “It is my business, and leave you alone.” I’m sorry.

In any case, she will not think about the money, and I have been waiting for her and me to show off, and I didn’t think she was patient and was just doing her chores at home.

The second scene, the bankers came to us, and they came up with a contract that the house had been mortgaged and we could stay at most until the 10th of next month.

Since then, Nguyen Yan has been in a state of discomfort, presumably because I disrupted all her plans and those of the traitor.

In the case of a normal divorce, the matrimonial property was half a person, and she could share more than a million.

She used to groan at night, and I wore my face to sleep, and she kept laughing.

The last scene, on my birthday, Nguyen Yeung sent me a message early, asking me to go back to dinner and to talk to me about it, which seems to be holding up.

But how could I give her a chance to kiss me?

I got Doreen to go to the hotel, she said she should still be home for her birthday, and Nguyen Yeung is waiting, and I’m so anxious to strip Doreen of her. While we were messing around, Nguyen Yeung called Doo-Lin’s phone. Doo-Lin didn’t want to answer the phone, and I pressed the answering button.

Like a prank, I keep pushing my waist, and Doreen frowns and bites her lips, and she talks to Nguyen-Yang, and sometimes she hums and says, “Doesn’t your voice feel weird?” I’m sorry.

Doreen looked at me, and I was trying to say something, and I grabbed the phone and yelled at it, “I’m busy with Doreen. Leave us alone. I’m sorry.

Doreen put me under the bed, she tried to explain to Nguyen Qin, but the phone was hung up and Doreen gave me a smooth little leg: “Are you fucking sick? I’m sorry.

It’s over, it’s over.

When I got up and dressed, I walked out of the hotel with a smile on my face, and I was in a cold wind, and I stopped by a taxi, and the master asked me where I was going, and I said the address, and the master said, “Is there something interesting? I’m sorry.

I smiled, and I started to cry, and I said, “Yes, I’m finally getting a divorce from my wife.” I’m sorry.

In my expectation, Nguyen Yin will cry, hysteria, curse me with the worst words, or tell me that she cheated on me long ago.

I didn’t think that Nguyen Qin was just sitting on the couch, and she looked at me in silence, and her eyes were complicated, something I couldn’t read, and she said, “It’s too late to sleep.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little disappointed that it’s like a punch on a cotton, it doesn’t itch or hate.

She goes back to her room and closes the door and adds: “Get up early tomorrow and we’ll go to the Civil Administration.” I’m sorry.

I looked at the food on the table, the soup, the porridge, and the duck, and it took a lot of work. I had a cake on the tea table, and I had a pain in my heart, and I looked at him, and then he was strangled, and I remembered the pregnancy test.

She was already someone else’s, and I kicked her, and the cake fell off the tea table, and the butter and fruit spilled.

From the Civil Administration, Nguyen Yeung’s father stood at the door, and he jumped me up, punched me in the head, and the staff near him was too busy pulling him. He was just a man in his mid-50s with half his hair white, and at that moment he looked like a wolf to protect his calf, and his eyes were full of violence.

Anyway, he’s not sorry for me, so I’m just rubbing my mouth and walking in.

Nguyen Yan’s cry came from behind, and she was like a little girl who suffered, buried her head in her father’s chest, crying in spite of her face.

I took a long leave with the company, and it was like I had a big illness, lying in bed all day long, lying for a week, and on my way to the old gun Doreen and other friends, and I didn’t even open the door.

That piece of cake I kicked on the floor stinked, and I couldn’t bear it in my room, so I had to pick up the tools and start cleaning, and I found a card in it, and I was so sick that I could wipe it out that I could finally read it.

It’s like falling into a bottomless abyss, and I’ve never been so desperate.

“Honey:

It’s your 28th birthday. I’ve been with you for six years.

You have made some mistakes during this period, but I have forgiven you. How can a man’s life be free from a bump? I have borrowed enough money from his family. We have paid back our debt from the beginning. I have faith in you.

You don’t even like birthday presents. You’ll love birthday presents this year.

You’re going to be a father because I put my pregnancy test stick in such an obvious place. You didn’t find it, you idiot!

Love your wife.”

She didn’t make out with me the other day. She knew she was pregnant.

To persuade me to get the money back is to prepare for the baby.

The insomnia of knowing that I was in debt to gambling was just worried about me, trying to help me.

Didn’t tell me about the pregnancy, just wanted to surprise me.

Everything seems unusual from the point of view of suspicion, but it is completely different from that of trust.

I finally panicked, and at 4:00 a.m. I drove to Nguyen Yeung’s house and kept knocking, and her father opened the door for a few minutes, and he told me that Nguyen Yeung had just had surgery and asked me to get out of here.

What kind of surgery? My mouth is shaking.

Abortion. His father pushed me out of the door, and he pushed me out of the door. I’m sorry.

“Dad, you let me in, I’ll just say one word to her. I’m sorry.

“Don’t call my dad, you don’t deserve it. His father has to close the door.

She came out of her room, and she looked pale, and she pulled her father’s arm and said to me, “We have nothing to say. Goodbye.” I’m sorry.

The moment the door was covered, I finally paid for my suspicions, and I lost the most caring person in the world.

After a while, I was looking into the mysterious person who sent me the picture, which I had seen by a professional, who told me that it was synthetic and that the person who did it was a master, who could not see it.

I went through that phone number and only knew the name of the number was Jung-ho, but I didn’t remember that name, and I didn’t know why he was messing with me.

In the end, I went to investigate the Su manager and found out that she was a 30-year-old woman, and that her visit to the hotel was an attempt by her manager to bring her in as director, so during that period, she was focused on dressing up and working overtime.

Until one day, the old gun made a big order for us to eat, and Doreen came here. It was the first time I met her since she was divorced, and it was awkward for both of us to eat, and then she went to the bathroom, and her phone fell on the table and her phone rings, and I saw two words on her phone screen: Jung-ho.

All the riddles have found the answer. Why didn’t Doreen tell me when she knew that the manager was a woman? Why would Doreen take me to the hotel after I was drunk?

She’s the one who did the whole thing.

It’s just a little ironic that I choose to choose between strangers and loved ones, and I choose to doubt the loved ones.

After three minutes, Doreen came back from the bathroom and threw away the water on her hand, and found everyone staring at her with a different look. I stood up with the old gun and gave the waiter $300 to stop coming in. Doreen noticed something wrong and laughed at us, with a little tremor in her mouth: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The sun went straight into the house, and a man with a beard knocked on the mouse and said to the woman on the bed, “Well, it’s done. I’m sorry.

The woman carefully examined the photograph, wrinkled her eyebrow and said, “No, there’s a mole in her waist, or she’ll be found.” I’m sorry.

The man asked exactly where the woman took off her clothes, pointed to her waist and said it was probably here.

“Why do you have to do so much trouble? Men chew gum and ask.

“First of all, the company is about to take a test, and the promotion is worth more than 3,000. Secondly, she robbed my boyfriend when she was studying, and I liked Zhang Zhang Zheng first, and she ended up with her. By the way, if she divorces Chen, I’ll hook up with Chen, and he’ll have a simple mind. “The woman lit a cigarette and said without delay.

“Shit, you’re not gonna do this to me? The men say.

“Stop talking. Are you done yet? I’m sorry.

“Well done, look. I’m sorry.

Women look at the pictures on the computer, where their girlfriends are in a funny uniform, and they are all red-faced and in a messy bed, and their mouths rise.

“This is fun…”

The woman made a copy of the photo on the man’s phone, entered a series of numbers, pressed the sending key without hesitation, and her face grew more and more smiling, as if an unwittingly interesting game had been discovered.

Case number YX11Mo07AQd

It’s an undisputing fact that most of those who cheat are not in the same mood as those who cheat. He will never be you, and he will never be able to sense any of your emotions. In the eyes of the defectors, only to forgive the notion that this is about the past and that it is difficult to re-establish without a collapse of trust.

I know it’s supposed to be a non-divorce situation, but it can’t continue with him.

Sister Si used to write about men cheating for forgiveness, one center and two directions that must be achieved to get back together, and it’s worth saying again about this.

Of course, if there are other sisters who have suffered the same fate, and if the other one is still asking for forgiveness, please move to Sissy’s column, as I explained in detail, after the husband’s affair was discovered, he asked for forgiveness and had to do six steps, and we did so, before we could consider giving him a chance to pursue us again.

So if the subject is forgiven, let’s say the other side.

That’s how we get ourselves out of anxiety and out of our hearts.

Many sisters, after a show-off with men, went into a chain-sawing pattern, where, on the one hand, there was no decision to divorce, and, on the other hand, men’s practices did not allow us to rebuild our trust in him.

Perhaps, when we first found out, we were shocked, the idea of divorce was flashing in our minds a million times, but it really allowed us to take that step and start thinking about the children, the parents and the unknown future.

But when we don’t get divorced, when we face him, our hearts are filled with resentment.

Maybe it’s pure love from the beginning, and it’s not pure anymore.

Or perhaps the past of dedicated service to the family and sacrifice to love is meaningless.

It is more likely that all the visions that have been conceived have collapsed, leaving us to look to the future and the sky is gray.

Trust has been broken, and our happy lives have been broken.

Sis was here.

The author of this question is such a sister.

His husband cheated, and after she found out, the man returned.

The sister knew that there was no point in making a scene, and when she opened it up, the husband promised not to contact her again, neither of them would mention it.

But the sister’s heart is already sore.

Life, perhaps, hasn’t changed anything, but within her, everything has changed.

She couldn’t accept it, but she couldn’t say it. And all of this, men never saw.

She said that men were always good husbands, before and now. They used to pull their hands off when they slept, but now, every time she lay in bed, she didn’t want him to touch himself.

She was afraid to imagine the fact that men were lying with Xiao San and the photographs of those men travelling with her.

Every time these scenes come, her heart suffocates like a stone, as if she were drowning, crying for help in the water, and making no sound.

Over time, sister depression had become more severe and she had several self-inflicted injuries, but no one could understand why she was suffering so much. The husband was with her, but she could see it. He didn’t understand.

Yeah, life looks the same. He’s a husband, you’re a wife. You’re not divorced. But everything has changed again, and we’re always skeptical, and we’re afraid he’s not really broken, and we’re even afraid of the emergence of Siu Four.

We came to the edge of the cliff like a prairie that was so fat that we could fall at any moment.

Or is it that the humiliation that we have in our hearts has been so long that he has done it, and now he says he’s back as if he’s okay? Is this a hotel?

Why can’t I say it? I want to blow it! But when it’s over, it’s the hair of the marriage. It’s not what we want. We don’t want to be a bitch.

Indignity and reason, like two ropes, tearing your nerves back and forth.

When you think about it, everything’s fine. When you don’t understand, you want to destroy it.

Those sisters who were held back by cheating, is that you?

This prick, always in his throat, every time he swallows, reminds us with pain that he cheated.

So what if he comes back? We are still very far from trust and happiness.

And if we want life to go on properly, we have to pull out this prick, right?

So, how do you pull out this vexed prick?

By helping thousands of sisters, Sis has come up with a way to get you out of this vortex, believe me, and be confident.

That’s one center, two directions, and let’s not be dominated by this terrible thing.

What’s a center? It is to break up your previous relationship and to understand that everything that has passed is gone, and we need to come to terms with it in a new way, and that is what Sis has always emphasized — “no one can break” — to break it.

What are the two directions? Upward, increase the internal capacity; down, focus on yourself, and return to life.

Sister Sze will elaborate on each item.

First, it revolves around a centre: break and stand. Some of the sisters who consult with Sis have many reasons to convince themselves when they’re having an affair with each other, if they’re concerned about forgiveness.

My parents can’t accept a divorce; the children are too old to have a father after they’re divorced; I can’t raise the children alone after they’re divorced; my father won’t be good to the children, or you’ll have to bear it; it’ll be a shame to be divorced; now there’s too many cheating men, I’ll keep my eyes closed; he’s not really bad.

When I think about it, I think the sisters are starting to hesitate: are they really getting divorced? Is he really inexcusable? Is my marriage really going to fail? Will I die alone in the future?

When you think about breaking everything you’ve been through and getting out of your comfort zone, the sisters seem scared and afraid to touch the unknown.

Sister Si understands the fear and hesitation of everyone at this time, but we do not have to be trapped in this place if we do not make a decision.

Many sisters are here to confuse the concept of waiting for non-divorce and forgiveness. It’s like if we don’t get divorced, we’ll forgive him.

Actually, there’s another way that we’re not divorced or forgiven.

If we are not ready for divorce, if the benefits of divorce are not good for us, if this man is useful for us and if this marriage is still good for our own lives, we can not consider divorce.

Of course, there’s a premise that if you don’t get divorced, you get the benefits first. If he’s still in guilt, take the time to sign the marriage agreement. If you need to sign words and strategies, you can leave a message in the comment area.

Then, while we’re not divorced, we can choose not to forgive.

The simple reason is that he cheated on the most basic principle of marriage: monogamy. This makes trust collapse and we cannot easily forgive.

Even if he had signed the marriage property agreement, that did not mean that the matter was over.

And for us, ever since, as a friend, as a foster partner, as an atm machine, as an ex-husband. To him, only to exploit each other, no love.

This process is called “break.”

Breaking the expectations that he has changed, breaking the emotional dependence on him and letting him love only one wish ever since.

He is no longer your husband, no more your lover, no more your future companion.

And the way forward, though you’re still married, you have to learn to go alone.

It’s a long-term process of putting him down.

Ask yourself, at this stage, if you don’t want a divorce, do you have a divorce? Can you live without him? Can you make it easy for a single mother? What capacity do you need to build to be able to live well for yourself?

Not enough money? Not enough jobs? Or is there no one to help themselves with the baby?

What aspects of self-identification that are not good enough can we focus our energies later on doing better?

So let’s stop looking at his location and his cell phone and stop worrying about whether he’s broken up with Xiao San, but focus on these weaknesses and move on to an independent one step by step.

It is only when we can live on a real person, without him, without marriage or living well that we can truly look at him.

He has an unfaithful heart and we have the ability to live independently, and only then will we be the two who are even with him.

The day we get a divorce, the day we get a divorce, the day we choose how we live, the day this man begins to respect us.

Our marriage is not done by others, not by men ‘ s morality, but by ourselves.

He’s good, he’s special, he’s good for us, he’s good for the kids, we’re married.

When he did not behave well, we left him to experience regret and pain after losing his treasure.

If we can’t be independent, he’ll be able to cheat again if he returns, because even if he cheats, we can’t leave him, can we?

If he does, we can’t leave him, why does he have to cut off the tenderness outside?

Therefore, it is the most basic prerequisite for a wife to be able to turn around and leave at any time to resolve the problem of cheating.

It’s not what they say about making them attractive, changing themselves and licking men on their knees.

Remember, we don’t have to lick him on our knees and beg him not to abandon us. We are a living human being, and we could be all alone, all the way to the future, all the same.

So, sisters, it’s time to stop worrying about this man and whether he’s trying to get rid of her.

Since then, our main task has been to make ourselves independent, to make our lives colorful and to make their lives glow like treasures.

And when we are a sifter, why do we look at him who is not worthy?

That’s what a woman should have. It’s a gesture, right?

We don’t have to think about the word “forgive” until we’re really independent, and we’re really not afraid of him cheating and we can really turn around.

Put all your energy on how to get yourself a divorce, keep moving on the road, not between his kneeling and his sweet words, rising expectations and losing direction.

That’s, that’s the point.

So, when do we stand? What do we stand for?

When we really dare to divorce, we can look at him as a examiner and as a filter.

We at this time, fearing a divorce, our confidence has been restored and we can live a better life at any time without him.

If he is still doing well at this time, and for forgiveness has reached at least a fourth step, if he is useful to our own lifeline, then we can think about it.

The so-called “stand” is a re-establishment of the emotional connection with the other, which is tantamount to a re-hunting. This will be your new marriage, your second connection.

If at this point you still think he’s a man to trust, then really congratulate him, his wife, a man of light.

However, according to Si-hye’s sister, when the sisters become independent, they often lose sight of the man who cheated.

Yes, what good is this unqualified man if we are able to face the world alone? A lot of good guys out there. We’re looking for someone better than him, aren’t we?

As one sister said: Sister Si, I can divorce now, and I can’t see him. Is divorce a better suit or a better deal?

See, the sisters in our group, at the end of the day, their wives want to get divorced and their husbands don’t leave.

But this process, which is long, painful, and even difficult, is one in which we repeat, collapse, retreat, so what should we do when we are in a state of misery?

This is the two directions in which we alleviate our internal suffering: the first direction: to go up, to expand our inner capacity, and to leave out of our way. If our hearts were only to touch water, then a drop of ink would make us black, but if our hearts were a sea of water, so many ink would not affect our clarity;

The same is true of the thorn that comes out of the street, and when we feel pain, go and expand our inner capacity.

Make it smaller and smaller so it can’t influence your life and your emotions.

She’s been living in a model family. The husband is gentle, the children are good, the outsiders are envious, and she is well satisfied. Marriage is basically the whole of her life.

As a result, he chose to commit suicide when he accidentally discovered that he was in an irregular relationship with a company colleague for six months, and fortunately was found in time to save his life.

The husband kneeled before her and begged her for forgiveness. Min had lost hope in life, and she did not want to forgive or know how to forgive. Every time she thought about the love words she saw, her heart was like a knife cut.

But the baby’s still young, she can’t get divorced and can’t forgive him.

When Min came to me, the first thing I did was to get her out of her heart and make her go easy.

I let Min-min take back all his care of his husband and put all his needs behind him and go back to himself.

Let her not think about marriage and love as the whole of life, but about what more meaningful things we can do with life.

Min’s job is to be an accountant, and his business hobby is to do yoga and pass time. When you didn’t find your husband having cheated on you, you just wanted to exercise it and make yourself healthier, but there was always an urge to become a yoga teacher that would benefit more people.

I talked to her in detail and dug up her dream, and I advised Min to think of nothing during this period and focus on the test and move towards her dream.

When I painted her as a yoga teacher and even later as I opened my own house, she began to see light in her eyes.

You see, people with dreams are self-grooming.

The best way not to be influenced by these bad things is to fall in love with your dreams and yourself and reduce the place of love in life.

When Minnie changed her mind, she stopped worrying about her husband’s sex today.

Without concern, without expectation, without need, husbands slowly retreat to partner and friend positions, while he becomes increasingly attractive because of new and well-defined life goals.

She was not divorced, but her life was getting better and even her husband said she was charming in pursuit of her dreams.

Min is just one of the hundreds of our sisters here, the way to expand the breadth of life, really not much.

A hobby of writing, a short book,

Just like Sis followed a sister for two years, when she came to me, her husband was forced to leave her when she was six months pregnant, and she almost had an abortion, and now she’s divorced and started her own shop.

Even though it is a single mother, the web anchor does a good job. And new relationships.

There was only one case, but only those who went through it knew how many tears she had shed and how many nights I spent with her.

So, for you at this point, you just have to act, and when you go out, you’ll find that the world can still be so good without love and marriage.

For example, Wei Huixie, China’s first female trainee, took office at the age of 23, received 10 good news in the Zai Zai region at the age of 27, went to Tibet at the age of 28, became a doctor at Zhongshan University at the age of 34, and received a draft for military service the same year.

She’s 34 years old, and she’s been alive for many lifetimes, but she hasn’t chosen to stop. I think I kicked you. What are you doing right now? Because of her life pattern, it’s too big!

Second direction: down, focus on yourself, clarify the main course of life, and no longer be held by each other’s actions.

Why did Sister-in-law tell the little sisters that by focusing on themselves, they could alleviate their suffering? Because too much attention is being paid to cheating, he is moved by his actions, which amount to being carried away, and we have a feeling that we cannot control life and emotions. When we do not look at each other, we can control our emotions, without feeling out of control, and the benefits are an expression of human maturity — emotional stability. A man who is not surprised and stable is extremely attractive. Because they are the masters of their own emotional wagons, he is not easily irritated, tendentious, sudden grief or intermittent rage, and he controls his emotions and life. Watch yourself, you can grow up like this. Thinking about it, do you think there’s a group of people who, while not prominent or even below ordinary lines, are quite attractive? They carry a strong and confident atmosphere, with firm, committed and powerful eyes. Everything seems to be overstretched and unsurprising.

The greatest feature of this category is that it clearly knows what it wants and that it works only for its goals.

They often do not give much attention to the views of the outside world and know clearly where their path is, and others give themselves all the time and energy to gossip and talk.

For them, everything in life exists for their own ends.

Including, marriage and men.

Their lifelines are very clear, and they are very clear about dreams and what they want to be. That’s where we’re going.

Why are we getting married? Because we need marriage and men to serve our lifelines, not to honor traditions that dedicate their youth and bodies to family and reproduction.

We chose which man we were with because this man, and the resources behind him, brought us closer to our dreams. We know very well what we are doing and we will not be forced to do what we are doing for our own cause. Only such a well-targeted person can walk with determination and without fear in the life ahead. That’s what you want to be, right? So when the harm done to you by that man again hurts, then he goes to embrace himself. Ask yourself, what is my dream? If our dream once was to be one for one, then one for another. Women’s lives can be very big and wonderful, so don’t get stuck in small love. The model of the school age, Zhang Gui-mei, sent hundreds of mountain girls to famous universities.

Learning to volunteer in all walks of life at the moment of the epidemic, our lives can be very meaningful. Our lives can be wonderful, and our lives are for our dreams, not for his return. It reminds us of what our main line is, what our dreams are, what we spend our lives doing, believe me, when you repeat it, these problems can save you.

Stings, piercings, bleeding, pains, failure to pull out, stings, rots and later pains. It also bleeds and hurts, but only cleans can heal. The first to break is the plier that pulls out, expands the inner capacity, focuses on the self, like anaesthetic, and combines to stop the bleeding, to stop the pain, to make the wound heal.

This center, two directions, at least, will make you less painful. As for the future, it’s up to the cheating man, right?

Good, maybe it’s a reunification, bad, and we’ve got bigger, better mirrors, don’t you think?

Honey, if you don’t know what to do, Sis and the girls in the group are willing to be the partners who hold your hand around, cheer you up, change you, bandage you and wait with you for its healing.

How does wine feel?

It’s like there’s nothing inside of you and you can cry the next minute.

I don’t know.

I don’t want to tell my story, and I’m not coming out now, and I’m a little bit depressed, and I don’t know when I can really be happy, but I’m sure everything is going in the right direction.

I’d like to ask myself if I still love him.

I don’t know, maybe love, maybe hate, maybe hate. But I know that one day I will not hate him, and I cannot bless him, nor can I curse him.

I don’t want to mention his debt to me, but it’s all hurt, life, and it’s always one choice after another. I’m trying not to think about what happened, and my best wish now is to be safe overnight. Now I’m too restless, too scared to wake up all night in sweat, and I didn’t think I’d be so badly destroyed. One month, 20 pounds. But I hope that a lot of obese girls don’t lose weight in this way. It hurts so much.

Over.

Keep your eyes on the road.