Only those who have experienced it can understand the hurtful details accumulated over time.
Chen Yu was once the pride of Su Wan. A white-collar worker in an Internet company, decent and stable, responsive to everything. On the wedding night, he said that in this life he would never separate rooms, never keep in a cold war, and never be perfunctory. Su Wan believed it.
Later, there were layoffs in the industry, and he changed from a white-collar worker to a food delivery rider. The blue riding suit wraps around the body that once existed in a suit. I run in the wind and rain, and then fall asleep when I come back. Su Wan went from coquettish and expectant to silent and numb.
The sticky notes on the refrigerator changed from "The second box to the left of soy sauce +❤️" to "Good", then there was only one "Good" left, and then there was nothing left.
Ten years of marriage. He was trapped in running around and feeling inferior, and she was trapped in loneliness and grievance. There was no cheating, no domestic violence, just a half-dead pot of green radish on the two-meter dining table, and the gap between the double bed that grew bigger and bigger with each passing day.
How come two good people can't live together?
Finally she filed for divorce. He said softly: "Okay."
Overnight tea cannot be renewed, and those you have loved cannot stay.
From "I'm waiting for you" to "good" to "ok", ten years are condensed in these three words
