At the age of 30, I met my husband through a friend's introduction. When we first met, he gave me the impression that he was gentle and white, much like Tao, the famous host of Phoenix TV. Although I had a general feeling for him, at that time, our families were forced to get married, and we had the same pressure in the face of the same nagging and worried parents, so we had the feeling of mutual appreciation.
After dating for more than a month, Wei insisted on buying me a wedding ring with his own money. At that time, he proposed to get married as soon as possible, and told his thoughts to the old people on both sides, which was recognized by them. I almost passively went to the palace of marriage.
I once talked to Wei about traveling and getting married, but his family advocated that the wedding was lively and complicated, and he had to obey all the arrangements at home. The wedding was held as scheduled, and the wedding motorcade filled the street in front of the door and invited many people. But I found that there was something abnormal behind the excitement.
No one came to the unit where Wei worked for five or six years. I tied a knot in my heart, and then I asked him, he wanted to tell the truth secretly. Finally, he insisted that he didn't want his colleagues to spend money, so he didn't invite them. I am vaguely aware that my husband has a psychological defect. Didn't I have friends in the unit where I worked for several years? I think I know too little about him.
After I got married, I got to know Wei better. He is withdrawn and closed. He has no friends to associate with for months, and he never takes the initiative to associate with others. He stays at home alone after work every day. To put it bluntly, there is no circle of friends. What makes me even more depressed is that after marriage, he seldom communicates with me, and he doesn't even want to say more. Sometimes when I tell him anecdotes about my work or joys and sorrows at work, he rudely interrupts me: Don't tell me about my work! I don't want to hear it.
I began to have the idea of leaving, but where to go? Will it stay? I'm ambivalent? Every time I think of our last photo together, he puts a ring on me, and I have a lot to give up.
I finally decided to stay. Love is not redemption, but love must be shared.