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It was not until six or seven in the afternoon that she slowly closed up her stall.

Her husband seemed to have never appeared. The child ate and slept, slept and ate. She was busy and exhausted. Getting up early and going to bed late, how could she be happy? In this vast world, it seems that everyone lives like this. Hardship is natural. If you are warm deep in your heart, you will not have any complaints.

She packed up and went home carrying her child.

The family lived in a shabby neighborhood. There were several children playing downstairs, one of whom was her oldest child. She called him home for dinner. The boy agreed, stopped playing, and went upstairs with his mother. The boy was very sensible and carried things for his mother, which reduced some of her burden.

"Where's your father? Hasn't he come home yet?" She asked, walking behind the child.

"Dad is back and at home. He seems to have drunk some wine and is drunk." The boy replied calmly.

"You're back? Have you cooked?" She thought about it and realized that since they were all drunk, they naturally didn't cook. She didn't seem to have any complaints at this time, or she seemed to be used to it. She walked home step by step. The child woke up on her back and kept crying. She comforted the child while returning home. The boy put down his things and helped his mother take care of his younger brother. She went to the kitchen and prepared the food. Her husband was lying on the sofa, drunk. Fortunately, he didn't vomit today, otherwise the smell would be terrible.

She was busy in the kitchen, and the cooking skills her mother taught her seemed to be used for this kind of life. She actually seemed to have a lot of complaints, but at this moment she became silent, but it seemed that she was not silent, but was silent in her heart. She knew that this feeling would last for a long time, and she also knew that she no longer loved her husband, which had disappeared when her husband first beat her.

All she could understand about marriage was maintaining this peace, or so-called stability.

She also tried to divorce, but she was beaten up or the children made her not know how to make a decision. Her husband worked one day, at least he had a day's work, and he sold vegetables, so he still had some income, which could maintain their marriage. But there were some things that could not be expected, such as the so-called love, the so-called concerted efforts, and the so-called him getting better and loving and caring for her.

These were things she could not imagine.

In fact, sometimes she thought about whether to break up with him. But every time he threatened her that if she divorced him, he would kill her parents. She knew he could do it. Looking back, she didn't know why she stayed with him. When they were together, he had nothing and was simply a pauper, but at that time, he was super good to her, so good. She was even willing to die if he threatened her at any time. At that time, she naively thought that this was love.

Despite her parents' opposition, she got married in a hurry. There was no wedding, nothing she wanted, just a simple marriage certificate, a simple banquet, and they got married in a daze. At that time, he was positive, took care of the family, and treated her very well. The first child was all good, the relationship between the couple was harmonious, and she also experienced the warmth and happiness of a family. But this relationship did not last long. Before the second child was born, he cheated on her, spent money and drank outside, no longer went home, and sometimes brought women back. She made a fuss, but it didn't work. The next few times they made a big fuss, but she still chose to forgive, after all, she had a child, she thought.

After that, he seemed to get better, and she gave birth to his second child.

She thought the arrival of the child would make the family a little better, but the result was obvious, it became worse. The financial pressure was great, there was no house, his family did not help, he also had an older brother who was also very poor and did not even have a wife. His alcoholism became more and more serious, he got drunk every day and vomited everywhere. She would even hit him during a quarrel, and when he sobered up, he seemed to know he was wrong and apologized quickly. In this way, she fell into this cycle again and again. Even if she had many complaints, she thought, she still had the child. At least they did not divorce, and the family was still there, still complete.

Thinking of this, there were tears on her face before, but now there are no tears at all. People often say that there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. She thought that she was in this state at the moment, and as time went by, she became extremely numb in this state. Sometimes she felt that the children were annoying, and sometimes she felt that the children were healing. She lived in this healing and pain. Fortunately, the older children were very considerate of her, and sometimes stood up to protect her, which comforted her painful heart.

Recently, her mother was in poor health and had to stay in the hospital for a few days, which cost a lot of money. In this situation, she has no way to divorce. In fact, she has thought about this idea countless times, but in the end, it has never come to fruition. She feels that leaving seems easy, but she can't bear to leave her child. She loves her child very much. Leaving him and taking the child with her, it will be difficult to marry. Secondly, life will become difficult, and her mother's situation is even worse. At present, she can only endure this situation and maintain this status quo.

Only she herself knows the pain in her heart.

Soon, she prepared the meal, which was very light, and she didn't seem to like big fish or meat. She asked her eldest son to call her husband to eat. The eldest son walked to his father's side and called him to eat. He woke up in a daze and said he didn't want to eat. The two of them ate the meal and ignored him. The younger child ate the milk and slept soundly. After the meal, the eldest son talked to her about some things in school, and she listened happily and was very satisfied.

When the eldest son saw his mother put down her chopsticks, he hurriedly asked her to rest, saying that he liked it and he would clean up. Seeing her son like this, she felt so distressed. Her son was really good. He cleaned up, washed the dishes, organized, cleaned, and changed his brother's diapers. He did many things very well. His mother was very pleased and touched. It seemed that this was also the reason why she didn't want to divorce in the end. Her son seemed to be trying his best to maintain their relationship.

After all, the son loves his father, but I don’t know if she loves him the same way.

He stood in the room, observing all this, feeling indescribable.

So-called home, so-called happiness, so-called harmony in the family brings prosperity, is that right? He actually asked himself many times, and told himself what he was looking for. All of this seemed so hard to accept in his eyes. Living was hard and tiring, but it seemed that he had to live. Even if the marriage was unhappy, he seemed to have to go on.

He didn't understand why this happened.

This seems to be a dead end.