Eros, take you through sex

When he saw such a family, he always felt tired.

It was as if I saw myself in the past, all very tired. It turned out to be because of lack of money, but if I had money, would it be different? Or maybe it was not because of money at all?

That deep feeling of powerlessness seems to be felt not only by women but also by men.

In the middle of the night, the woman's husband seemed to wake up, calling her name and asking her to prepare some food for him. She was coaxing the child to sleep, but was also awakened by him. Coaxing the child to sleep was already very tiring, and being awakened made her feel very resentful. But she seemed to endure it all, gently put the child down, covered the quilt, got up, turned on the light, and saw her husband slumped on the bed. She went into the kitchen and heated up food for him. After a while, she fried the remaining cold dishes and cold rice, brought them to the table, and called him to eat.

The husband said with a grin, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

She did not respond to him and turned back to the room, but it seemed that this sentence worked, at least at that moment it seemed to resolve the awkward and painful atmosphere. This man who looked a bit rogue and powerless was once the person she loved the most, so she seemed to be relieved a lot, but only she knew the pain in her heart. If the children were healthy, the parents were healthy, and the marriage was relatively stable, maybe it would be fine. A woman's tolerance seems to be very great, sometimes so great that she can tolerate everything. This kind of women is very common in the vast rural areas or towns, especially those women who are not very educated.

Rather than saying that they are broad-minded, it is more a lack of cultural knowledge.

Once they have more education or they have their own financial independence, maybe they won't be so tolerant. She is a typical example. Everything is binding her, and she can't get rid of it. It's just that there are too many burdens on her. Once a woman is the only one to support a marriage, it becomes a very difficult thing. So she returned to the bed, her heart was not warm, but she shed tears again. She didn't know how many times she shed these tears. Every drop was a tear, and it seemed to be tears of blood.

The cycle of day after day with no hope in sight is the greatest sorrow in marriage.

He thought, this woman's day must be over. She is really tired.

However, after her husband finished his meal, he staggered into the room and touched her. She instinctively disliked such a thing. It had been a long time since such a thing happened. She was very tired every day and had no time to think about it. He would do whatever he wanted without considering her feelings. She instinctively refused again and again. Rejection would either result in a quarrel, a beating, or a cold war. She was used to it. Let him be. No quarrel or fuss, just learned to refuse, but sometimes it seemed that she could not refuse, so she could only agree and let him do whatever he wanted, as if it would pass.

Sometimes she wondered when this zombie-like life would end. But when she thought about it carefully, she was not the only one living this kind of life here, many women were exactly the same as her. It seemed that everyone was like this, as if everyone was used to it. There were also those independent women who chose to leave, not have children after divorce, and find another one. Generally, when such women divorce, the children will be given to the father, so that they can find the next one better, and the next one is usually their final choice. After all, in this small town, divorced and single women do not seem to be welcomed. She once thought, what can I do, sometimes I will become a joke in the mouths of others, endure, endure, endure. She told herself again and again to accept her fate.

Tonight, she didn't know why, but she was very resistant to her husband doing that kind of thing. The more she was disgusted, the more her husband wanted to do it, so she was inevitably beaten. She used to resist, but now she doesn't, but the more disgusting her husband is, the more she feels like she has to resist to the end, so the two of them wrestled with each other, and of course she was no match for him, and she was knocked to the ground in a few strokes. The noise was so loud that the child woke up, and she wanted to cry but couldn't seem to cry. Her husband saw the child crying, and his wife went to pick up the child. The eldest son woke up with sleepy eyes and saw all this. He stood on his mother's side, but it seemed that he could do nothing. Her husband saw this scene, felt bored, and went out. At most, they played cards and drank.

She continued to coax the children to sleep, and her eldest son also slept beside her. The two children would give her enough comfort, which was the best thing for her. Otherwise, without the two children, she would either run away from home or commit suicide.

He seemed to hate seeing this happen, but he could do nothing about it.

That famous saying seems to be reflected here all at once: Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

He wanted to do something for her, but didn't know where to start.

She slowly fell asleep with the sound of her child sleeping. Perhaps, after a good sleep, everything would be fine when the morning came.

Life must go on, doesn't it?

The god of love didn't know why he wanted him to experience the woman's misfortune. Hadn't he experienced this kind of misfortune before? Although it was him, not her. But in marriage, it seems that no matter whether it is a man or a woman, it seems that they need to put themselves in the other's shoes. It is inappropriate to only consider their own concerns. He is not experienced in the world, perhaps, but he has seen a lot. This kind of thing is indeed very common. But why does he feel particularly painful when he witnesses all this now?

He didn't know where this pain came from, but he knew that marriage was difficult, and unhappy marriages were difficult for each other. It was because of its beauty that people pursued and yearned for it. Thinking of this, he seemed to understand something, but he also understood nothing.

When a person doesn't love someone, sex is a disgusting thing.

He knows this.

At this time, he vaguely saw the album on the wall of their house. There was a picture in it that seemed to be a junior high school class photo. It was clearly written on it that it was a class photo of a certain middle school. He seemed to remember something, but was this his classmate? Why didn't he have any impression of it at all?

He tried his best to recall that they were indeed divided into different classes, but at that time he was only focused on studying, and he was a marginalized student, so naturally he didn't cherish or recall many things, but vaguely he remembered that this was his junior high school classmate. She stopped studying in the second year of junior high school and never came. They used to be deskmates, and at that time, they sat together for a while, but then she stopped studying, and there was no reason, and he was not very clear about the details. However, once the things triggered by the photo began to burst out in his mind instantly, they suddenly came out like a spring.

He suddenly remembered that it was her!