Ten years ago, I entered the palace of marriage with her. At that time, I was a simple Chinese young man living in the hustle and bustle of the city. My name is Li Yu, and I come from an ordinary family, but I have a beautiful vision for the future.
Our marriage was like a beautiful painting at first, colorful and full of happiness. She was my confidant, and we spent our youthful years in love. However, ten years of vicissitudes of life have made this picture complex and tortuous.
In the first few years, we immersed ourselves in the sweetness of our newlyweds and built a happy family together. I work for a small company and she works as a lecturer at an art college. Life is plain and orderly, as if everything is moving according to a set trajectory.
However, as the years went by, life began to ripple. The busyness of work has made us drift apart, and the tacit understanding we once had seemed to have become unattainable. She devoted more time and energy to teaching, and I worked even harder for my career.
During that time, we slowly became distant. Silence replaces communication, and busyness becomes the main theme of our lives. I began to feel an invisible distance, as if a storm was brewing.
One day, I stumbled upon a text message on her phone with the name of a strange man flashing in it. My heart sank, and doubts welled up in my heart. I chose to be silent, did not question, just silently observed. It became a rift in our relationship, quietly spreading.
The veil of suspense gradually lifted, and I discovered that she had a tortuous relationship with the strange man. She had been looking for answers in the confusion of marriage, while I had been caught in the whirlpool of work, ignoring her inner cry. This discovery made me feel painful and guilty, and I began to reflect on my past.
Our marriage was in jeopardy, but I didn't choose to give up easily. I tried to rekindle the emotions between us and rebuild the bridges of communication. In the midst of pain and confusion, I tried to find the possibility of redemption.
However, redemption is not an easy task. The once tacit understanding has been polished by the years to the vicissitudes and deep, and it takes more effort to rekindle the spark of love. We start trying to get out of our comfort zone and meet life's challenges.
In the process, we regained each other's companionship. I learned to be more proactive in expressing my emotions, and she was willing to open up and share her inner thoughts with me. Slowly, we rebuild the foundation of our marriage and make it stronger.
Today, ten years later, when I look back on the past, our marriage is like a gripping **, full of twists and turns and suspense. It is no longer the original sweet picture, but a weathered oil painting, with deeper colors.
The story may not have a perfect ending, but it is true and profound. We have learned to grow in marriage and use love to make up for our regrets. Life is not all smooth sailing, but as long as we are willing to move forward hand in hand, every bump in the road will become a trace of growth.
Perhaps, marriage is a long **, which requires us to write with our hearts and experience the joys, sorrows and sorrows. And I am willing to walk through the ending of this story with her, and protect our happiness with my heart.