After 14 years of marriage, I have learned three things:
Get up at five o'clock in the morning to cook,
Break a dollar in half and spend it,
Make peace with your husband's underwear and socks.
I thought this was the day.
Until that day, when the temperature was 38 degrees, I went to three vegetable markets in order to save two cents.
When I got home, I saw him lying on the sofa and tipped the female anchor 5,200 yuan.
He said: "The money I earn can be spent however I want."
I said, "Okay."
He and his mother despise the jar of pickles I pickled around the stove.
Later, I opened a pickle shop at the entrance of the community where they lived.
Later, he knelt in front of me and said, "I was wrong."
I said, "You're right."
"It's just that it's my turn to collect the debts of these 14 years."
36 Years old, divorced with two children, no education or background.
I relied on a bottle of dried radish, which she despised the most, to survive from the mud in the vegetable market and become my own supporter.
