I just saw a post that I think is very well written and worth reading and contemplating for friends who are about to enter marriage. Sharing it here as a suggestion for young friends to read, after all, marriage is the biggest investment in life and should not be taken lightly.
Three years ago, I dated a girl, and we got along very well during cohabitation. Until one time, I was squatting in front of the mirror changing shoes when I suddenly caught a glimpse of her standing in front of the bed, glaring at me with an extremely disgusted look. It was a look I had never seen before, as if I was looking at something dirty, with a coldness of contempt. That moment scared me so much that my neck went cold, and my hand, which was changing shoes, froze in mid-air as if nailed down. We had been together for two years, from squeezing into a 15-square-meter rented room after graduating from university to later moving into an apartment with a balcony. She would even laugh and pat my back when I cursed while gaming, saying “Keep it down, disturbing the neighbors.” How could she have such a look? It was like looking at rotten vegetable leaves thrown on the street, and that coldness seeped through the mirror crack, making my chest tighten. I didn’t dare to turn around immediately, afraid of breaking the awkward silence, so I pretended to tie my shoelaces, trembling fingers pulling at the laces, but I couldn’t help but glance into the mirror—she had already turned around, with her back facing me, shoulders tense, and then with a “click,” the bathroom door closed, much heavier than usual, causing the door frame to shake. I squatted there for almost a minute, not tying my shoes properly, my mind a tangled mess. What exactly was wrong? Did I forget to wipe the beard residue from the sink this morning? Or did I forget to throw away the takeout box last night? But usually, she would just pinch her nose and say “Hurry up and clean it! It stinks,” so why was she like this? I finished changing my shoes.
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I just saw a post that I think is very well written and worth reading and contemplating for friends who are about to enter marriage. Sharing it here as a suggestion for young friends to read, after all, marriage is the biggest investment in life and should not be taken lightly.
Three years ago, I dated a girl, and we got along very well during cohabitation. Until one time, I was squatting in front of the mirror changing shoes when I suddenly caught a glimpse of her standing in front of the bed, glaring at me with an extremely disgusted look. It was a look I had never seen before, as if I was looking at something dirty, with a coldness of contempt.
That moment scared me so much that my neck went cold, and my hand, which was changing shoes, froze in mid-air as if nailed down. We had been together for two years, from squeezing into a 15-square-meter rented room after graduating from university to later moving into an apartment with a balcony. She would even laugh and pat my back when I cursed while gaming, saying “Keep it down, disturbing the neighbors.” How could she have such a look? It was like looking at rotten vegetable leaves thrown on the street, and that coldness seeped through the mirror crack, making my chest tighten. I didn’t dare to turn around immediately, afraid of breaking the awkward silence, so I pretended to tie my shoelaces, trembling fingers pulling at the laces, but I couldn’t help but glance into the mirror—she had already turned around, with her back facing me, shoulders tense, and then with a “click,” the bathroom door closed, much heavier than usual, causing the door frame to shake.
I squatted there for almost a minute, not tying my shoes properly, my mind a tangled mess. What exactly was wrong? Did I forget to wipe the beard residue from the sink this morning? Or did I forget to throw away the takeout box last night? But usually, she would just pinch her nose and say “Hurry up and clean it! It stinks,” so why was she like this? I finished changing my shoes.