When we got married, my wife and I had a heated argument.
During that argument, my impatient attitude made the atmosphere very tense, and I chose to snub her and let her spend a long day and night alone.
However, when I woke up at noon the next day, I found that she had silently prepared lunch. What shocked me even more was that she went to the cemetery alone while I was napping and sat in front of her parents-in-law's tombstone in a daze.
It was then that I truly understood the deep loneliness and helplessness behind the simple phrase "there are no more parents". I thought I could understand her feelings, but at that moment, I realized that what I had known was just the tip of the iceberg.
For most women, if they are not happy with their husband's house, they can also go back to their parents' house and talk to their mother. But my wife doesn't have such a safe haven, her world is only me, and I am her only support and support.
Whenever my reliance becomes indifferent, or passes on her a cold touch, who can she turn to?
From that moment on, I deeply reflected on my actions. Even though we still had disagreements and arguments, I never used cold violence against her again.
I learned to cherish her more because she was not just my wife, but the most important person in my life. I know that our marriage can only be stronger and happier if I become a warm, understanding, and supportive supporter.