When my sister and I reached the age of talking about marriage, my grandmother began to instill in us her thoughts: girls should not always care too much about their appearance, they should be bent on finding a good-looking and tall one. In fact, no matter how handsome a man is, he will be the same after he is forty or fifty years old. Bald, pot-bellied, greasy, sloppy. After getting married, no one cares whether your son-in-law looks good or not, only whether you are doing well or not. When a girl is looking for a partner, she must first look at the man's character, followed by the ability to speak and do things, and appearance is the most invaluable thing.
My sister's wife is black, her home is still in the mountains, and when the second eldest introduced him to my sister, my sister was unwilling to live or die. My grandmother came to my house to give her repeated instructions, and that's what she said. Later, my sister agreed to date her brother-in-law under pressure from her family. At that time, my brother-in-law was just a small clerk in the Highway Bureau, and he had no house or money. Looks honest, doesn't talk much, and doesn't smile. It's very homely, and very good at taking care of people. When they come to my house, they will help with housework and make dumplings. Although he is stupid, he is diligent and careful. The most important thing is that my sister doesn't have a job, he is a regular worker.
Later, they got married, lived in a house assigned to them by the unit, and cooked in the hallway. My sister said that she was fortunate to be close to her mother's house in those years, otherwise she and her children would have starved to death. Relying on the help of his mother's family to get through the most difficult years. Later, they bought a house, my brother-in-law was promoted, and my sister was also arranged to join the Highway Bureau, and her life got better day by day. Later, they changed two more suites, and now they live in a high-end community of 160 square meters. The brother-in-law has also become the second-in-command of the unit, living a wealthy life and having a lot of money. Now relatives and friends don't say that my sister is a blessed person, and my sister looks at her brother-in-law more and more pleasing to the eye. The person is still dark and low, his head is bald, and his belly is not small, but in my sister's words, it is an official state.
But I just didn't listen to my grandmother's admonitions, and I was bent on finding a tall and handsome one. I really found it. The husband is one meter eight tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome and handsome. Work in the countryside, home in the mountains. None of my family wanted me to marry far away, but they just couldn't resist me. Even if he has nothing, I will not hesitate. But I regretted it on the first day after I got married, I really can't be eaten because I am handsome. What I regret the most is that after getting married, he was revealed. Typical machismo, tempered can't do it. is still an accusatory personality, and life after marriage is simply a piece of chicken feathers. Noisy, fighting, no day is peaceful. I could barely survive those years.
My grandmother always told me that when he got older, his temper would be better. He just has a bad temper, a broken mouth, and loves to calculate, but in fact, his heart is not bad, and he has a mouth but no heart. Let me be open-minded and not go toe-to-toe with him. When he loses his temper, you run away and ignore him.
After I got married, although people always said that I married a handsome husband, whether I was doing well or not, people were like a mirror in their hearts. We have been arguing for half a lifetime, and now that we are older, as my grandmother said, he has returned to sex and his temper is much better. We are slowly getting along, and although life is much better than before, I really don't have a sister to enjoy. I am reluctant to buy expensive clothes, I have never entered a beauty salon, I spend money to buckle the rope, I always want to save money to buy a house, and tell my son about my daughter-in-law.
The fifty-year-old husband has no bald head, but his belly is protruding a lot, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are deeper, but he is still heroic. Fortunately, he didn't bother and was completely surrendered by me.
I lived to be fifty years old, and I really lived a thorough life. In fact, after marriage, men and women really don't care about their appearance, as long as they look at each other, have a kind heart, can share weal and woe, and live a sincere life.