I married 5 years, we have a daughter, almost 3 years old. Before getting married, I worked in a functional food company has links with foreign countries, and a relatively high wage jobs.
My husband is currently the Director of a construction company. While small scale but do eat quite so high in my husband's income. So after marriage, my husband wanted me to leave at home to caring homes, nursing her husband's parents served. I listen to my husband, please quit, this is probably the wrong decision for my life.
Before the vote, I'm in handsome, Whitty. So that at birth , I increase the Mainland nearly 20 kg, down to how well does down. So I shelves, clothes at home before I dropped off, replaced by piles of baggy pajamas.
Just busy taking the, just worry the home, take my husband's parents down brilliantly to go see. However, I'm lucky to have a good husband, you know, share, help, worse than the home for his wife. Also never open the mouth damn my bad. I think myself happy, and happy with his small happiness.
Until one day, that day my husband back after a long day trip in An at home market, Cook a tasty meal for my husband because of injury he struggled, going back so erratic eating. A feast of fun, cozy, remote father daughter 1 week should remember, for him not to leave the citrus wrap half steps, my husband, baby girl for home.
Ate, I set the clothes for her husband to take a shower, remembered her husband's suitcase, I brought out the carry belly clothing intended to go dry, as I'm sure you go all week without anybody doing the laundry. I guess, the clothing he had been wearing, the circle in the case. When I pick up to the last out, then saw the Red canvas in the corner prevented lock, curious I drawn view. I can't believe my eyes, it was the red chip women's pants. These are not my pants, then of who, why my husband has it, is intentionally or unintentionally to I see? ... How many wide-eyed questions in my head.
I am exhausting people, two rows of tears for each race fell Lü BU new ... My husband is very loving ink can betray me? He still loved his wife, injured spoil the world. The woman hid the other side anymore, who's she, as daughter cross the street or the people he brought in this trip?
Everything in my head reeling, folding suitcase rush, I have not been able to ask her husband right now, how I can clarify it now? I do not know whether to answer a three-sided with the husband or not? I fear that our family will break lose, also silent for days, I can't.=