I observed mourning for my "mother-in-law" for three years.
No meat for three years, and kowtowing at her grave for three years.
My partner was so moved that he agreed to register our marriage.
After forty years of love and hardship, our relationship had finally borne fruit.
On the day we were to register our marriage, I happily put on the red wool sweater he had given me and waited alone until the civil affairs bureau closed. He never showed up.
I opened my phone and saw that his square-dancing crush had posted on social media:
[My dance partner postponed our marriage registration so he could accompany me to a competition. So disobedient! I'm making him sleep on the floor tonight.]
In the past, I would have demanded an explanation.
