When you feel that after many years, you have already lost the ability to love, love is born unconsciously. It is too hot and dazzling, hurting everyone unconsciously and irresistibly.
He is married.
I have a very good and innocent wife, and a very well-behaved and excellent son.
And I am only worthy of being a lover who drinks with him and lets him go home drunk.
It's not because of the "lover" that I feel wronged.
Rather, it would be inappropriate for me to advise him to go home early, rest, and drink less alcohol.
Rather, it was because she was the one who cleaned up all his messes after he got drunk.
If I were his wife, I probably wouldn't be able to tolerate that much, because of the smell of every woman he brings back every night.
Therefore, she is the one who loves him the most, is the most suitable for him, and contributes the most to him.
In the future, she will be the one holding hands with each other when we grow old. She was also the one accompanying him at the hospital bedside.
When he was most lonely and helpless, what he needed most was her.
And I, at least now, cannot promise myself to love him forever.
Therefore, because I love you, I also want to love her and your children.
I will be your child's English tutor seriously.
I will also take good care of your somewhat lonely wife.
I love you very much.