The moment the wedding invitation was torn into pieces, we began the longest quarrel in our lives.
He said: "The money is a debt of gratitude for many years. If I don't have a wedding, how will I behave in front of my relatives and friends?"
I said, "Marriage is a matter between the two of us, why spend money and suffer to please someone who has nothing to do with it?"
My parents-in-law insisted that "the new daughter-in-law must serve tea and recognize her as a relative", but my mother only asked: "Who will provide for me in the future?"
On the eve of the wedding, he drunkenly said: "Others are marrying my wife, so why am I marrying my ancestor?"
I took off the ring he gave me: "Do you love traditional decency or me as a person?"
In the end, we reached a consensus: we would not hold the wedding, but we would hold a charity crowdfunding party.
Standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he asked: "Do you still have the certificate...?" I smiled and pulled him to turn around and leave.
