In less than a month, my cousin, whom I had grown up with since childhood, got divorced, and my best friend also got divorced. My cousin wanted to jump off a building with her children, and then she had her pulse cut, and finally got divorced.
The penniless husband was promoted step by step. Everyone envied her happiness and said that she had a good life and a good marriage. She really wanted to say that she was lucky, no matter who she married.
Maybe divorce was an infectious disease and she was infected, or maybe she was really just covering up her dissatisfaction in front of outsiders. She also felt aggrieved and wanted a divorce.
Life is so long and the road has many twists and turns. Who doesn't have a handful of bitter tears in his heart? Who doesn't wipe it gently themselves?
Intention: Searching for him hundreds of times in the crowd, suddenly looking back, that person is there, beside my pillow.