Life is full of countless small wear and tear and conflict. Dialogue in marriage is decreasing day by day, and the means of communication that have been tried can no longer improve anything. We are extremely bored with every conflict, and even if we try to deal with it gently, we still make others unhappy. I want to emphasize that the importance of communication is undeniable, but understanding, inclusion and preference may be even more crucial.
In married life, we take responsibility for our children and show filial piety to our in-laws, while the main thing between husband and wife is the preference for spouses. In the process, the wife is not afraid to endure suffering, but she is afraid to accept it as a matter of course. This caused her to become calculating, feeling that she was the one who gave the most, and at the same time she felt that she was being neglected. However, her persistence did not shake anything.
As a result, there are often thoughts like this:What exactly is the meaning of marriage? You may feel that your wife is being unreasonable, that she is losing her temper, but you never think about whether what you have done and said has hurt her. As much as you want her to understand you, you never try to understand her feelings. If you put yourself in her place, you can understand her pain. It's not that she can forgive everything, some things don't have the value of forgiving at all.
Over the years, it is often yourself who needs to apologize the most. We will be afraid of this, we will just do that, but when we treat ourselves, we will make ourselves feel wronged. In the end, we become a moody, moody person who can explode at any moment. We have completely lost our optimistic and cheerful selves and turned them into a tired and lonely self. Only we can understand that we are no longer the same person we once were.
No one can know the pain in the heart, no one can understand the pain in the heart, and no one can understand the helplessness in the heart. When we feel tired, we can only choose to stand against the wall; When we cry, we can only wipe it ourselves. We have to bear all of this on our own.
I often longed that I was a piece of wood, without sadness, without emotion, without tears to shed. I wish I could be ruthless. Unfortunately, I'm not that person. Despite our best choices, the ultimate destiny is still determined by God.
Even if we are virtuous, even if we are kind enough, even if we know how to run a family, if we don't marry a good man, we can still only burst into tears. It's not that we're inferior to others, it's that our destiny is inferior to others.