Love is like a button. It will fall off naturally over time. If it is sewn on in time, the dress will still be a good one. Marriage is actually an old-fashioned dress, and it is inevitable that some buttons will fall off. ……

Love is a button, marriage is a garment

Back late at night again. Ever since his assets exceeded 10 million and he became a so-called wealthy businessman that everyone admired, it became commonplace to stay up late at night, let alone go home in the middle of the night. She pressed her hands tightly against the latch on the big iron door, even though she knew the door was fastened firmly enough to allow him to kick and smash it with his hands outside.

She opened the door suddenly and got into a fight with him when he was drunk and unprepared. In the past, when conflicts could not be resolved, she would usually have a hearty fight with him. After the matter was resolved, the relationship became even deeper. But now he didn't fight her. Instead, he just looked at her with that kind of contempt, until she saw despair. But this time, she decided to have a good fight with him and divorce him after getting rid of the bad temper she had accumulated over the years.

They beat him from outside the door to the courtyard, from the courtyard to the living room, and from the living room to the bedroom. He ran away and she chased him until he got angry and slapped her in the face. She was stunned. She had never felt pain after so many fights before, but now her face clearly felt burning. She rushed towards him and attacked him more violently, but he huddled beside the bed and stopped fighting back, and eventually fell asleep.

It took her half an hour to drag him to the bed and help him take off his shirt. She saw the bloody marks on his body from her scratches, and the top button of the shirt was also scratched. She ripped it off.

For some reason, she turned on all the lights and searched desperately for the button, and finally found it in a corner. Then I found a needle and thread and sewed it stitch by stitch. She remembered that the buttons of the torn shirt he wore more than ten years ago had been sewn several times for him. At that time, when she was busy working under the light, he would look at her shirtless.

Actually, she has been mending this old dress over the years. Thinking of this, her newly tender heart began to ache again, and when she got to the last stitch, she pricked her finger. Looking at the blood on his fingers, he cried silently.

She didn't realize that behind her, he had already woken up, shirtless, and with tears streaming down his face.

Marriage is the keyboard and love is the mouse

Is there love first and then sex, or sex first and then love, just like there are eggs first and then chickens, or first chickens and then eggs. It’s hard to say which one is the truth and which one is more important than the other. high.

A man's biggest secret is often told to his confidante, not his wife. When a confidante becomes a wife, these rights of hers are invisibly cancelled. This is called gain and loss.

Birthday is a stage, a test and an opportunity. When in love, men will take advantage of this; after marriage, women will pay more attention to this. You can have love and sex without getting married, just like you can still have the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter without bearing fruit.

Men often make a clear distinction between their work partners and their partners in life. Therefore, when he cooperates with a strong woman, he will also fall in love with a gentle woman, just like drinking tea with the former and tasting tea with the latter.

When falling in love, men compare women to stars, birds, angels and other things related to the sky. When love is cut off, a man takes the sky as his own and puts the woman he loved back on the ground.

Marriage is like a keyboard, with too many orders and rules; love is like a mouse, with just one click. Men are like hosts, memory is the most important; women are like monitors, everything can be seen.