If the heroine of a marriage starts out as a substitute and the hero makes do with it as a helpless compromise, then the marriage must be tragic.
She thought that her marriage was the greatest luck in her life; she thought that she would never be left behind once she met him; she thought that life would give her a bright future.
When the original heroine appears. Sure enough, a substitute is a substitute, and no matter what we have experienced together and paid for, it can be ignored. The irreplaceable white moonlight, no matter what it has experienced, is pure and beautiful.
If you can leave gracefully, you can save the last bit of face for yourself. But not being able to stay with her children and not being allowed to see them again is something no mother would accept. She tried her best to leave with her children, but was ridiculed everywhere, "What can you give your children!" She couldn't give them everything that her father could give, and what she could give was too little. She loved them and wanted them to live a better life, but she was also afraid that she would be forgotten if she left. That was her love, that was her last relative.
If she can prove to those who look down on her that she can not only support herself, but also her children, maybe she can still let her children return to her. It's good to realize your own life value without being a canary. I once gave up my dream for him, and now I should pick it up again.
Sometimes life seems to be always targeting oneself, but when the bumps are over, it doesn't matter anymore. Occasionally, when I think back, I can still laugh about it.