Marriage is a war between a man and a woman, and a war between two different families. I thought my endurance would win the war, but unexpectedly, both sides suffered losses. He was ruined by ignoring the rules and being self-righteous, while I ended up alone in an empty room, exhausted mentally and physically, and devastated. When he goes out, I always tell him, "Stop drinking and go home early." He always agrees, but I don't know how many nights I have called him and he rarely answers. When I send messages, he rarely replies. It wasn't until midnight, or even later in the night, that I returned home drunk, either soundly asleep, or drunk and making a fuss. I once told his parents that I wanted them to give me some advice, but his father's answer to me was: "I have two taels of wine every day." His mother's answer to me was: "There are men who don't drink or smoke."
