When I was 42 years old, I discovered that my husband had not only lost an astronomical amount of money gambling, but also had a secret lover who had lasted for eight years. And that woman is a friend I know. I started to collapse on the highway, swallowed a bowl of longevity noodles that I couldn't swallow on New Year's Eve, made wishes in front of the Buddha on Mount Putuo that would never come true, went to the emergency room at three in the morning because of a panic attack, and finally knocked on my best friend's door with a pillow in my arms. This is not a story about betrayal. This is a story about how a woman picked herself up from the ruins step by step.
Purpose: Find yourself