I was a very sensible child since I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and I learned to take care of myself very early. When I was a child, the atmosphere in the family was always cold, my parents never seemed to have a warm conversation with each other, and their marriage was not very happy. Perhaps it is precisely because of this family environment that I have always longed to have a warm and happy family.
Until I met her, I was 26 years old, and she was already the eldest sister of 38 years old. Her name is Lina, a mature and steady woman with clear and determined eyes. I was attracted to her maturity and gentleness, and our acquaintance was at a friend's party. I never thought I'd fall in love with someone so much older than me, but fate is just that incredible.
We got along very well and she always gave me a lot of care and understanding. Her tenderness is like water, which makes me feel the warmth of home. When we were together, I felt like I had the whole world. Her warm embrace has become my most reassuring harbor, and I love her deeply.
But married life is not as good as I imagined. Before we got married, I never discovered her hidden side. After getting married, I gradually discovered that she was not the gentle and considerate Lina in my heart.
At first, I didn't pay much attention to her little habits. I thought it was all a run-in to get along, but as time went on, I realized the seriousness of the problem. She became more and more domineering, critical of me in every way, and sometimes even lost her temper for no idea why. I started to feel stressed, I felt like I was living on the edge of a cliff and could be pushed down at any moment.
I tried to communicate with her, but each time it failed. She always thought I was picking on her, saying that I didn't know how to love her. I felt like a helpless kid and didn't know what to do.
One night, we quarreled again over a trivial matter. Her words pierced my heart, and I felt like I was on the verge of becoming unbearable. I decided to leave her and leave this environment that was suffocating me.
In the outside world, I felt a sense of relief, but in my heart I couldn't let go. I didn't know if I had made the wrong decision, and I began to doubt my choice. I began to think back to the moments we had together, how good she was to me, and her persistence and persistence.
I realized that maybe I had a lot to change as well. Maybe I expected too much from her and neglected her dedication and hard work. Maybe I'm too naïve to know how to manage a marriage.
When I got home, I decided to have a good talk with her and listen to her ideas instead of complaining and blaming. I want to face life's challenges with her, work together, and grow together.
We sat in the living room and I held her hand and told her how I felt inside. I felt a flash of surprise in her eyes, but was soon struck by my sincerity. We began to communicate openly, listen to each other, and understand each other.
That night, we regained our trust and love for each other. I learned that marriage is not smooth sailing, but requires both parties to work together to run it. I no longer put the blame on her, but am willing to take it with her.
Now, our lives have returned to their former peace and warmth. We have learned to be more tolerant and understanding of each other, and to cherish each other's feelings more.
I know that no matter what difficulties we encounter in the future, as long as we hold hands and face them together, everything will become considerable. I am 26 years old and married to my 38-year-old eldest sister, and I am proud of this marriage because I know that it is one of the most important choices in my life.