This article is only for those who are in love or about to fall in love. Communication is very important. Give it up for the one you love.

Two years after we got married, my husband discussed with me how to bring my mother-in-law from the country to spend her old age. The husband's father passed away when he was very young, and he was the only support for his mother-in-law, who raised him alone and provided for him to finish college. The words "hard work" are definitely not an exaggeration when applied to my mother-in-law! I agreed repeatedly and immediately prepared a south-facing room with a balcony for my mother-in-law, where she could bask in the sun and grow flowers and plants. My husband stood in a sunny room, without saying a word, but he suddenly lifted me and spun me around the room. When I was begging for mercy, my husband said, "Take our mother." My husband was tall, and I liked to press against his chest. I felt that my petite body could be picked up by him and stuffed into his pocket at any time. When my husband and I had an argument and refused to give in, he would lift me up and shake me above my head until I was so frightened that I begged for mercy. This frightened joy fascinates me. My mother-in-law's habit of living in the countryside cannot be changed for a while. I used to buy bouquets of flowers and put them in the living room. My mother-in-law couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Don't you kids know how to save?" I smiled and said, "Mom, when flowers are blooming at home, people will be in a better mood." My mother-in-law lowered her head and murmured, and my husband laughed: "Mom, this is a habit of city people. Gradually, you will get used to it. My mother-in-law didn't say anything anymore, but every time she saw me buying flowers, she still couldn't help but ask how much it cost. When I told her, she would smack her lips. Sometimes, when she saw me buying big and small packages, she would ask how much this one cost, and I would answer truthfully, and her lips would smack even louder. My husband twisted my nose and said, "You little fool, can't you just tell her the real price?" "The happy life gradually became dissonant. My mother-in-law couldn't bear it the most when my husband got up to make breakfast. In her opinion, how could it make sense for a grown man to cook for his wife? At the breakfast table, my mother-in-law's face was often gloomy, and I pretended not to see it. My mother-in-law would jingle her chopsticks. This was her silent protest. I was working as a dance teacher in the Children's Palace, and I was tired from dancing around. I didn't want to throw away this only enjoyment of the warm bed in the morning, so I pretended to be deaf to my mother-in-law's protest, and she occasionally helped me with some housework. Once I did this, I became even busier. For example, she collected all the garbage bags and said that she would sell them when she had enough, which made the house full of waste plastic bags. She was reluctant to use dishwashing liquid to wash the dishes, so in order not to hurt her self-esteem, I had to secretly refill them. Wash it again. Once, my mother-in-law saw me washing dishes secretly at night. She slammed the door and cried loudly in her room. My husband was in a dilemma. Afterwards, he didn't talk to me all night. I acted coquettishly and he ignored me. I got angry and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" The husband glared at me and said, "Can't you just be accommodating? No matter how dirty the bowl is, it won't kill anyone, right?" " Later, my mother-in-law stopped talking to me for a long time, and the atmosphere at home became increasingly awkward. During those days, my husband was very tired and didn't know who to make happy first. In order to prevent my son from making breakfast, my mother-in-law took on the "heavy duty" of cooking breakfast without hesitation. My mother-in-law looked at my husband happily, then looked at me, and scolded me for not fulfilling my wifely responsibilities. In order to avoid embarrassment, I had to buy milk packets on the way to work. When I was sleeping, my husband asked me angrily: "Lu Di, do you dislike my mother's dirty cooking, so you don't eat at home?" " Turning over, he threw his cold back to me and let me cry aggrievedly. Finally, the husband sighed: "Lu Di, just think it's for me. Can you have breakfast at home? "I had no choice but to go back to the embarrassing breakfast. That morning, I was drinking the porridge cooked by my mother-in-law. Suddenly I felt nauseated, and everything in my stomach rushed out. I tried my best to suppress them from rising up, but I still couldn't suppress them. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the bathroom. When I calmed down, I saw my mother-in-law complaining and crying in her hometown dialect. My husband stood at the door of the bathroom angrily. Looking at me, I opened my mouth and couldn't speak. I really didn't mean it.My husband and I had our first heated argument. My mother-in-law stared at us first, then got up and staggered out. My husband looked at me hatefully and went downstairs to chase my mother-in-law. A new life was unexpectedly welcomed, but my mother-in-law's life was suddenly ruined! For three whole days, my husband didn't come home, and he didn't even get a phone call. I was angry, thinking about how I had wronged myself since my mother-in-law came, what else do you want from me? Inexplicably, I always wanted to vomit, had no appetite for anything, and with all the messy housework, I was in an extremely bad mood. Later, a colleague said: "Lu Di, you look very bad, you should go to the hospital for a checkup." The result of the hospital examination was that I was pregnant. I understood why I suddenly vomited that morning, and there was a hint of resentment in my happiness: Mr. and my mother-in-law, who had been there, why didn't they think of this at all? At the door of the hospital, I saw Mr. After only three days of not seeing him, he looked very haggard. I wanted to turn around and leave, but his look made me feel distressed. I couldn't help it, so I called him. My husband followed the sound and saw me, but he didn't seem to recognize me. There was a trace of disgust that could not be hidden in his eyes, which stabbed me coldly. I told myself not to look at him, not to look at him, and stopped a taxi with my hand. At that time, I wanted to shout to my husband: "Honey, I'm going to give you a baby!" Then he would lift me up and spin me around happily. What I hoped for didn't happen. In the taxi, my tears fell slowly. Why does a quarrel make love so bad? After returning home, I lay in bed and missed my husband, with the disgust in his eyes. I held a corner of the quilt and cried. At night, there was the sound of drawers being opened at home. When I turned on the light, I saw my husband's face full of tears. He is getting money. I looked at him coldly and said nothing. He turned a blind eye to me and hurriedly left with his bankbook and money. Maybe my husband is planning to leave me completely. What a sane man, who clearly distinguishes between love and money. I sneered a few times, tears streaming down my face. The next day, I didn't go to work. I wanted to completely clear my mind and have a good talk with my husband. When I found his company, the secretary looked at me a little strangely and said, "Mr. Chen's mother had a car accident and is in the hospital." I was dumbfounded. I rushed to the hospital and when I found my husband, my mother-in-law had already gone. My husband never looked at me, his face was stiff. I looked at my mother-in-law's thin and pale face and couldn't stop crying: Oh my God! How could this be? Until my mother-in-law was buried, my husband didn't say a word to me, and even looked at me with deep disgust. Regarding the car accident, I still learned about it from other people's mouths. My mother-in-law walked towards the station in a daze after going out. She wanted to go back to her hometown. The more my husband chased her, the faster he walked. When crossing the road, a bus hit him head-on... I finally understood my husband's disgust. If I had not vomited that morning, if we had not quarreled, if... In his heart, I was the sinner who indirectly killed his mother. The husband moved into his mother-in-law's room silently and came back smelling of alcohol every night. And I have been overwhelmed by guilt and poor self-esteem. I want to explain to him and tell him that we are going to have a child, but looking at his cold eyes, I swallowed all the words. I would rather my husband beat me or scold me, although all these accidents were not my intention. The days repeat suffocatingly day by day, and the time for my husband to go home is getting later and later. We were in a stalemate, more embarrassed than strangers. I am the knot that is tied to his heart. Once, I passed by a Western restaurant and through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw my husband and a young girl sitting face to face. He gently pushed the girl's hair, and I understood everything. I was stunned at first, then I entered the western restaurant and stood in front of my husband, staring at him without a single tear in my eyes. I don't want to say anything and have nothing to say. The girl looked at me and my husband, stood up and wanted to leave, but my husband stretched out his hand to hold her down, and then looked at me with the same determination and no sign of weakness.I could only hear my slow heartbeat, beating on the edge of death. The loser is me. If I continue to stand, I will fall down together with the child in my belly. That night, my husband didn't come home. He used this way to let me understand: With the death of my mother-in-law, our love also died. The gentleman never came back. Sometimes, I come back from get off work and see that the closet has been tampered with - my husband has come back to get some of his things. I didn't want to call him. I originally had the idea of ​​trying to explain to him, but everything was completely lost. I lived alone and went to the hospital for a physical examination alone. Every time I saw a man carefully supporting his wife for a physical examination, my heart was broken and I couldn't lift it up. My colleagues vaguely advised me to get rid of it, but I firmly said no. I wanted to give birth to this child like crazy, which can be regarded as compensation for the death of my mother-in-law. When I came back from work, my husband was sitting in the living room. He looked at me with complicated eyes, just like me. As I unbuttoned my coat, I said to myself in my mind: "Don't cry, don't cry..." My eyes hurt, but I didn't let them shed tears. After hanging up my coat, my husband's eyes were fixed on my swollen belly. I smiled, walked over, pulled the piece of paper over, signed my name without looking at it, and pushed it to him. "Lu Di, are you pregnant?" This is the first time my husband has spoken to me since my mother-in-law's accident. I couldn't control my eyes anymore, tears streaming down my face. I said, "Yeah, but it's okay, you can go." "My husband didn't leave. We looked at each other in the darkness. My husband slowly lay on me, his tears seeping into the quilt. But in my heart, many things were far away, so far that I couldn't reach them even if I ran. I don't remember how many times my husband told me "I'm sorry". I also thought I would forgive, but I couldn't. In the western restaurant, in front of the girl, he looked at me with a cold look. I will never forget it in this life. We left a mark on each other's hearts. Deep scars. Mine were unintentional; his were deliberate. I look forward to letting go of the past, but my heart feels warm when I think of the child in my belly. However, my heart is as cold as ice. From the time I signed that piece of paper, my marriage and love all disappeared in my heart. When he came, I went to the living room, and my husband had to sleep in my mother-in-law's room. At night, I would sometimes hear slight moans from my husband's room, but I kept silent. This was a trick he used to play. In the past, as long as I ignored him, he would pretend to be sick, and I would surrender and care about him, and he would grab me and laugh. At that time, I felt sad because of love. Now, what else do we have? My husband kept moaning intermittently until the baby was born. He bought things for the baby almost every day, including baby supplies, children's supplies, and books that the baby liked. His room was almost full. I knew that he was touching me in this way, but I had no choice but to stay in the room and use electricity. My brain was pounding as I typed, maybe he was dating online, but it didn't matter to me. Late one night in the late spring of the next year, I screamed due to severe abdominal pain, and my husband rushed in, as if he hadn't even taken off his clothes to sleep, just to wait for this moment to come, and he picked me up and ran downstairs to stop me. He held my hand tightly and wiped the sweat off my forehead all the way. When we got to the hospital, he picked me up and ran to the obstetrics department, lying on his thin and warm back. A thought suddenly came into my mind: Who will be like him in this life. Do you love me so much? My husband held the door of the delivery room and watched me go in. I endured the labor pain and smiled at him. When I came out of the delivery room, my husband looked at me and my son and smiled with wet eyes. I touched his hand. He looked at me, smiled, and then fell down slowly and tiredly.I screamed his name in pain... My husband smiled and did not open his tired eyes... I thought I would never shed a tear for my husband again, but the fact was that there had never been such severe pain tearing through my body. The doctor said that my husband's liver cancer was already at an advanced stage when it was discovered, and it was an absolute miracle that he could persist for so long. I asked the doctor when he discovered it? The doctor said it was five months ago, and then comforted me: "Get ready for the funeral." Ignoring the nurse's obstruction, I went home, rushed into my husband's room and turned on the computer, and my heart suddenly suffocated with pain. My husband's liver cancer was discovered five months ago. His moans were real. I actually thought... The 200,000 words on the computer were a message from my husband to his son: Son, for you, I will