On New Year's Eve, thousands of houses were lit with lights, but in the midst of my children's cries, I looked back at this devastated marriage.
From the joy of an unexpected pregnancy, to the shock of non-invasive abnormalities and amniocentesis, to being hospitalized alone for miscarriage at 34 weeks of pregnancy, even a sip of hot water had to be drunk cold. I once fully expected a warm home and tried my best to give birth to a baby, but at every fragile moment during pregnancy, childbirth, and raising a baby, I had to bear everything on my own.
Trivial matters aggravate love, indifference wears on one's heart, and expectations are lost little by little. I finally understood that this birth was an inescapable pain, and it was also the beginning of waking up.
There is no need to wait for someone to hold the umbrella, I am the roof myself.
Half a lifetime of trials and tribulations, half a lifetime of scars, and finally in despair, he lives to be the light of himself and his children.
