The first year of marriage

We are so sweet and loving that we are like glue. I see other couples fighting, quarreling and throwing things and we can still live together. I find it incredible. I feel that The noisy days are far away from us.

In the second year of marriage

We started to quarrel. During the quarrel, I broke an exquisite and expensive clock, cried for 40 minutes, and then carried my luggage back to my parents' home. I thought, divorce! I would never live with someone I had a falling out with. Every day after get off work, he would run to pick me up from work, admit his mistake, and let me go home with him.

I looked cold and ignored him, nor did I follow him home. It wasn't until half a month later that he bought me a large bouquet of flowers and took the initiative to accompany me to the supermarket. I recounted his crimes for 10 minutes, and finally added a warning: If you do this again in the future, I will never forgive you. He remained silent, agreeing.

Third year of marriage

During a quarrel, I broke a few cheap glasses and cried for 30 minutes, then I went to stay at a friend’s house After a few days, he called me a few times and I went home. He cleaned up the broken glass on the ground, but I still ignored him. He hides in the bedroom during meals and does not come out. He knocked on the door outside and said: The chicken stewed with gourd is ready, come out and eat. He knocked twice and I came out to eat with him. He told me that he was wrong and was willing to correct it, and asked me if I could forgive him. I am silent. In the fourth year of marriage

During the quarrel, I broke a pot of small spider plants I cultivated, cried for 20 minutes, and then walked downstairs for a day. After returning home, I saw him sitting on the sofa and watching TV as if nothing had happened. The living room was still in a mess. The broken leaves of the spider plant and fragments of the flower pot were scattered on the ground. I took the initiative to clean it up. He made supper and sat down to eat it himself. I served myself a bowl of rice and sat across from him, arguing with him about who was right and wrong, but he was noncommittal.

The fifth year of marriage

During the quarrel, I threw a cushion from the sofa to the floor, cried for 10 minutes, and then left the living room Rush to the bedroom. No one cooked dinner. He stood on the balcony smoking. I took the initiative to come out of the bedroom, picked up the cushions, cooked my favorite dinner, and went to bed after eating. He went to a restaurant outside for dinner. When he came back, I took the initiative to talk to him and reason with him. He said fiercely: I was not wrong!

Sixth year of marriage

During the quarrel, I didn’t throw anything. I only cried for five minutes and stayed in the living room only changing positions. He went to stay at a friend's house and did not return for several days. I called him and begged him to come home. Take the initiative to cook a dinner that he likes to eat, serve it to him, tell him that I was wrong and willing to correct it, and ask him if he can forgive me. He was silent.

Seventh year of marriage

I didn’t cry during the quarrel. And she had a quarrel in the morning, but in the afternoon she admitted her mistake and took the initiative to watch the football game with him. He went through my accusations for dozens of minutes, and finally added a warning: If you do this again, I will never forgive you! I remained silent in agreement.

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