I Hurt Him and He Hurt Me

This is a real thing. On June 17, 2021, my beloved was imprisoned by me. I really didn't know that such a day would come. He is 12 years older than me. I am not married and he is not married. We will be together on February 5, 2021 and meet on March 14, 2021. He works in Xinjiang, more than 1,000 kilometers away from me in Guizhou, and air tickets are very expensive. He would rather spend more than 2,000 to come to me rather than let me complain that I can't see him. In 2021, I was also diagnosed with severe depression. I knew from the beginning that I would step out as long as he was around, but before I could step out, the last straw in my life was gone. What I don't understand is that it's usually not just family members who are the source of support, support, and safe haven. My family was not complete when I was two years old. My parents divorced and my father and I grew up in cold violence. Even in my family, I was the humblest one. They say I am happy. Where does my happiness lie? Being beaten? Being scolded? It will record every bit of my relationship with him. Love is not wrong, and neither is a child's love. I am thinking about him, in the days when he doesn't know. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.