My husband has a nickname, I gave him the nickname - Mr. Not Saying.
When he was a child, he was the silent elder brother. When he grew up, he was still taciturn and did not say "Mr."
He is a very nice person and treats me very well.
So when it came time to separate, I was not hysterical or sad. I think it was probably because my husband told me silently and slowly long in advance.
Ps: It's emo, so it's a very sad memory story.
But you can't be emo all the time, right, so updates are irregular.
Intention: Look forward and move forward.
