On my third wedding anniversary, I came home early and saw my wife tying a tie for her "godbrother." The boy grabbed her waist, but she didn't push him away. I clutched the customized photo album in my pocket, feeling as cold as ice.
Everyone advised me to be generous and said she was just soft-hearted. But when the driving recorder recorded her lying again and again, and when the neighbor filmed them embracing each other late at night... I decisively threw out the divorce agreement.
When the ex-wife was crying and begging to get back together, the "brother" was using her ID card to rack up huge debts.
Years later, I held the girl who truly loved me and toasted her, and she finally learned to pay off her debts alone.
It turns out that a sense of boundaries is the lifesaver of marriage.
It feels pretty good now that I see it