I didn't cry the day my ex-girlfriend used me as a cash machine.
She spent all the down payment I had saved for five years, left behind a sentence of "You can't give me the life I want," and turned around and got into someone else's Porsche.
I don't hate her. I just turned on my phone and registered an anonymous account.
The account name is "Besieged City Observation Diary".
The first one reads: "Marriage is the highest-stakes gamble, and the banker is never you."
I didn't expect it to become popular.
I never expected that it would attract a girl with a cat avatar.
She said I didn't understand love, I said she didn't understand reality.
She argued with me for three months, and then one day she suddenly said:
"I can't refute what you said. But I can prove it to you - not all relationships are transactions."
I thought she was another reasonable guest who came to educate me.
Until the first time she invited me to dinner, the first time she showed up at my door when I was sick, the first time she was jealous because her female colleague sat next to me for three hours.
I asked her if she was jealous.
"No. A little. A lot," she said.
She then retracted the message, saying: "You didn't see that. Sleep."
I looked at the screen and laughed for a long time.
She doesn't know that I write about her in my diary every day.
Write about her being clingy, write about her being coquettish, write about her pushing the food into my bowl and pretending it wasn't intentional.
In the last diary entry, I only wrote one sentence:
"I originally opened this account to record my disappointment in relationships.
Now it only records one person.
Thank you Su Nian. "
