I couldn't count the number of times my sister was beaten by her husband, as well as the number of times she took her child to the hotel to find her husband and mistress. Her image with her face still bruised, her eyes red, her lips popping up to turn on blood always made me obsessed for years.
Because in me, she used to be a beautiful woman, confident with many men pursuing. She chose her brother-in-law as a childhood friend, because he had been patiently waiting for her for a long time, because she believed he would not change. Yet, when she gave birth to a second child, she knew her husband had an affair.
Her jealousy was as fierce as any other betrayed woman. She no longer knows what is good, the mistresses of her brother-in-law do not lose their jobs, they are reprimanded. And she herself suffered, from her husband's slap, from the persistent pain of being betrayed but unable to let go.
The most heartbreaking thing was when my brother-in-law came to pray for my mother to advise my sister to agree to divorce. While 7 years ago, it was he who came to ask my mother for permission to marry her. He plays a true man who knows the error and takes all his sins, and blames him for not getting along with his wife like my sister. My mother gave him a painful ear. She only asked him, who had an affair, the right to throw away others? He said, it's you who turned him into a bad guy .
That night, I went to her house. She still did not take down the look of hatred and her eyes never stopped crying. I asked her, how come this level? Why do I have to lose my face without pride, is it worth it for a man like that?
My sister stayed silent for a long time, then just told me one sentence: 'It's not my family, I'm not afraid to lose!'.
At that time, I did not respond to her statement. For two words family with anyone who has never been great. In the lake, she is the wife, the mother, the family-keeping house is the belief, the vitality of her whole life. Even when there was a man who had hurt her for months, where she lost her tears and blood to keep it, no one could force her to let go. No one, no one, except herself.
Women are in life, painful, jealous, tired just because the two words are 'afraid to lose'. Fear of not being able to hold it, so I could not let go of my hand, but I was tired of bleeding. Fear of losing should always be with me, even if a heart is exhausted. Fear is no longer so blindly boundless. To forget that true happiness does not need to be feared but to keep, who is not worth it should not need to win. Should be afraid of pain, fear of pain, fear of the future I lost, but afraid of doing anything when losing a person who has fallen in love, right?
No one finds it easy to let go of someone you love. For women, this is many times harder. Because in love and marriage, they are always the ones who receive the loss for their love and marriage completely. There are marriages, women know that they are not happy, have no feeling of respect, but they still persist.
The most painful woman in life is having a bad husband. Women are resilient in society, they are good at many things but cannot overcome the feeling of suffering in marriage. How can I be happy when I know that I have a husband but I can't rely on? How strong is it when the family is not happy, the meals are absent? Women can deceive people that they are happy, they have a peaceful life but never deceive themselves. The late nights, lying next to her husband lonely tormented her.
Women often think that as long as the family is perfect for the child, I have a bit of disadvantage myself. Her heartless, weak husband also endured. Husband is addicted, gambling, having 'four walls' also bites. Brutal husbands and betrayal husbands also endured. Do women ever ask themselves, enduring like that, and what do I get in the end?
Then there will be a day when women will realize that the youth and youth have passed away but I have nothing to grasp. Children will grow up and have their own happiness. The husband is miserable, his whole life does not receive a bit of warmth of love. What the other woman is just wrinkles on her cheeks, pains piled over the day, a broken heart.