As the door closed, the curse was shut out, too, and there was a faint sound of footsteps walking away.
In the corner of her eye, two lines of warm liquid flowed out of her heart. “Wanting to cry without tears” might be the feeling. She wanted to cry loudly, but she did not have the courage or strength to cry.
Already tired, this long seven years of war, she was the weak from the beginning.
She was afraid of his curse, afraid of his return, afraid of a stern look in his eyes, afraid of a storm of curses when he was displeased.
She was powerless to rebut, like a withered, shrivelled ball with no air left in it, disarmed to his curses, to his belittles.
Because she really really, do not want to do any explanation, silence is her best, but also the most helpless answer.
She hated herself for her weakness, for her impotence, for her inability to argue back, but what could she do?
The children also argue with the husband, but what is the use?
It is difficult to change her bad habits that she does not like to clean up, but she tries her best to change. From the beginning, she gradually changes herself in his scolding. Look at herself, she is not the original herself.
So the confident self has become a real housewife.
But it seemed that she could not meet his requirements. She was constantly changing, and his requirements were constantly increasing. She was like a slow crawling turtle looking at the target in front of her and making unremitting efforts, but the whip behind her was still constantly beating her originally not very strong shoulder.
She allowed herself to cry quietly for a while. The pain was still pouring through her body, and she wanted the pain to leave her body and let the crying take it away.
But it was in vain, for the grief would always gnaw at him, providing only temporary relief from the acute pain.
£ £ then she dry my tears, like yourself a determination, thought about the lives of other people’s words, and a severe pain raises her voice and wept bitterly, she cried for a while, just cry she packed my clothes, but the child’s collars or couldn’t find it, how to do, then, the consequences will appear such no.
Still have to find.
She took the wardrobe out and put it away again, but still could not find it. A little desperation came out, and there was always a fear in her heart that she would find it this time. She rearranged it in the child’s wardrobe, but still could not find it.
She looked for a fur collar like a desperate person. She turned the closet over and over again, but there was no sign of her. Was it possible that God had conspired against her today and had made her life so bleak?
She simply put all children’s clothing in her closet, she again to put a quilt of cradle to find, or not, she looked at the bed has no opinions of his two clothes, lazily lie on the bed, she opened some boring took them next to the big closet dropped in, then she watches a look, the original children’s collar lay quietly in the quiet,
A place you rarely ask about.
As if she really should be such a sentence, “there is no place to find the iron shoes, to get all effortless”, this victory seems to have lost the meaning, she was very helpless to put the fur collar in the daughter’s wardrobe.
She rolled up her sleeves again, went to the kitchen, put a pile of clothes in the pail, and began to fight with them. As she was working hard, the sound of the door opening made her heart panic, but she did the washing calmly.
His first words when he entered were, “Let’s get a divorce!
Save the pain.
You suffer, I suffer.”
Every word heavily beating the heart, also heavily engraved in the heart.
I don’t know how many times I’ve said this.
Very much, very much, she had the courage to say so.
But many, many worries made her not have the courage.
She thought she was strong, she thought she was brave, but she still washed her clothes in silence under the cover of the water, and the clothes became obedient and strong under her ravages.
£ £ Want to comfort, want even a little warmth from their own is so far away.
Most of the time, a lot of time, are so relative, are so cold relative, are so silent relative.
When she had finished washing and was squatting on the floor to pick up her shoes, he said simply that the boss wanted him to go, put on his shoes, and slammed the door behind him.
It was cold and silent, and by this time she had grown accustomed to such a deadpan expression in a room as quiet as an icebox.
She looked up out of the window and saw the yellow leaves, one by one, falling off the tree and draining away toward a larger but colder bosom.
Cry dry tears, cry tired heart.
In this way, in this way, go with the wind, let their gradually aging body step by step toward extinction.
