Everyone is welcome to visit us, please remember the address of this site:,, so that you can read the latest chapters of "Nowhere to Marry" at any time...

I never thought of sympathizing with tears in front of L. -

It has been heard that most men are defenseless to women's tears, but L is clearly not among them.

He behaved as I expected: clumsy to death, unable to utter a word of comfort; I was afraid to ask something to bear the burden, so I pretended not to see it, and kept trying to change the subject, trying to distract me from something else.

He's really a romantic Deathstar.

Our conversation ended with a gag.

"What the hell do you like about me?" I asked absentmindedly.

L said: "Beautiful, smart, sexy, with independent personality......"

"Such a woman grabs a handful."

"It's a good sound."

I glared angrily: "Then you can buy a tape recorder and put it next to you every time you talk to your wife." ”

l laughed: "Then I might as well buy an inflatable doll that can scream." ”

"What's the difference between me and an inflatable doll that can scream." I muttered in disappointment.

"The temperament is different." l Answer seriously.

"Get out!"

Y is calling.

My heart tightened, and then I relaxed: usually this was a sign of his peace.

I sat down in front of L and calmly answered the call.

Y cooked the meal and waited for me at home.

"I'm leaving." I smiled and got up.

l nodded very knowingly and checked out.

Now I'm a married woman. Moved to moved, I'm not confused at all: l hasn't actually changed. He still treats me as his personal possession&mdah;My ideas don't matter, I just need to satisfy his ideas. If I get back together, all that awaits me is gain and loss, apprehension, fear, despair, boredom, humiliation, and the gradual wear and tear of this love and attachment. He can order me to send B thousands of miles at any time, and he can release my pigeons for no reason, and I can't get angry in the face of L, I can't cry, and at most I don't love in the end. What a sure and disappointing ending.

l never disguised himself, even for what he wanted, he was not willing. I know him, and I know that even if he confesses sincerely, apologizes sincerely, or even makes a promise, I won't believe it.

When I look in the mirror, I can sometimes see the decline in the charm. There will be a day when people lose this good skin, even if they are enchanted at the moment, at that time l will not love me a little more than y. Looking at the long term, the originally unfamiliar fork in the road was immediately plugged with clear signs.

I know L, and I used to indulge him, like facing a wayward child. But I'm also going to have my own life, and it's time to let go.

Today is just a casual conversation with an old flame. People walk tea cool.

Life is real. Truth is sharp power and impersonal cruelty. When people grow up, they must learn to face and accept the reality of life. The feelings that can't be seen or touched, even if there are thousands of threads, are cut off the moment they open their eyes.

I knew very well that I would most likely not have such a deep affection for a second man other than L, so I had to leave him.

First of all, he is married; Secondly, I love him more than he loves me, and such unequal sacrifices and sacrifices will inevitably lead to tragedy. I need to protect myself. Although the Y on the safe island may not love me more, our courtesy exchange of reciprocation and compliance with the rules is stable and reassuring.

Stepping out of this tea room and holding my head high, I am still an indestructible serious girl, and my brain is extremely clear.

On a gloomy afternoon, the cold wind shrank and there were few pedestrians on the road.

I wrapped my scarf as I walked. Before we broke up, L wanted to hug me, but I was refused, and finally I touched my PP and rubbed a handful of oil while my hand was messy. I pushed him away and gave him a strange look, just like when I had clearly and sternly rejected S, without hurting my feelings and leaving no traces.

I found out that he was still wearing the watch I gave him.

l stood aside and stared at me and pulled out the car keys, squinting with a wicked smile and raising his lips, as if to say: I'll wait for you.

For a moment, I suddenly felt that time had been turned back and that it was familiar. This kind of polite lust&mdah;"Unless you throw yourself into the net, he firmly believes that you will" is exactly the same expression I saw when I first joined the company.

TMD, these two men who are in cahoots, why don't they do it?

On the way home, although it was drizzling, I was in a good mood. The wipers swayed briskly in front and I had never loved a rainy day so much.

It was as if a heart knot had been broken for many years, like a lonely soul and a wild ghost who had finally been able to ascend to heaven by a talisman.

It turns out that I just owe myself an explanation: L does like me, and there is a little bit of difference; My emotional dedication and dedication were not in vain. That's enough. I no longer have the naïve luxury of expecting to occupy an eternal place in his heart&mdah;protracted, ambitious, and costly. I don't care what L thinks right now. I suddenly felt that I had sublimated: after a clear and safe breakup, I became pampered and not shocked, and I would no longer be emotionally affected by him. I was finally able to get together with L, say goodbye in a similar way to old friends, and re-enter my new life. I stretched all over, my meridians were connected, and I was about to fly happily&mdah;I couldn't wait to go home, change into new clothes, kiss the forked rabbit, and wash the dishes for Y and make the stove. I don't even annoy Y's face that has been gloomy for many days, and it's actually very simple to coax him; All the previous disputes and contradictions have been washed away by my happy emotions today and written off.

The difference between a thought and a blink of an eye is in the blink of an eye. A second ago, it seemed as if it was about to fall, but the result was unexpected. I have to say that human emotions are really magical and unpredictable! At this time, I especially wanted to call Xiao M to share the joy, although I knew that she would definitely scold me for being nervous.

It turns out that there is no pain in breaking up. It's not that you're sorry for him&mdah;it's actually that you're sorry for yourself, and you owe yourself an explanation. A breakup with a clear conscience can actually leave no regrets.

When I got home, I walked in and praised the excellent food today, happily washed my hands, and gave him a big hug.

Y looked a little flattered, and couldn't help but smile happily, and enjoyed a hearty lunch with me, and served me vegetables from time to time. Without an explanation or an apology, we were able to resolve this disagreement satisfactorily. I have gained a new experience: feelings are such a thing, a slap does not make a sound, if you want to maintain it with your heart, there must always be someone who takes the first step to make the other party perceive and then improve.

Different from the crazy love that makes people's minds dizzy, the maintenance of normal and rational feelings is not only evidence-based, but also summarizes successful experience&mdah; this is also the reason for the existence of countless marriage and family mediators. The more courageous and tireless you are, the more experienced you are, the more you have a better grasp of the relationship, and the stronger your inner security.

Your efforts will pay off.