Abuse article, I once thought that by getting back together after divorce, I would be able to give my children a complete home.
So I worked hard: getting up at 6:30 to cook, driving the children to and from school, doing all the housework, shouldering living expenses and old debts, enduring her coldness, laziness, sensitivity and suspicion, enduring the grievances of a sexless marriage, and enduring her selfishness of being brainwashed by her parents' family and subsidizing her relatives without a bottom line.
I think sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity, and tolerance can be exchanged for cherishment.
But in exchange, she was always wary of me, even giving me the New Year's money for her children, as if she was on guard against a thief; she was childish and impulsive, and blocked and deleted me; she kept saying she loved her children, but when we separated, she refused to even answer his children's calls.
The training of being single and raising a child for two years has made me the most responsible father, but I can't help but feel a heart that has never belonged to this small family.
After repeating the same mistakes again and again, and being disappointed again and again, I finally understood:
The completeness that is barely put together is not as good as the clean relief.
From then on, I restarted my life alone with my baby, and she completely disappeared from our world.
There is no looking back, no getting back together, just living parallel to each other and living well.
This is not a reunion, but a dream from which one finally wakes up.
