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Getting married is a mistake; getting divorced is an act of realization. Remarrying is a mistake as well; getting back together is stubbornness. Having children is a huge error. Living alone doesn’t hinder anything.
What’s the matter? Are you feeling something? Whether marriage is a mistake depends on who is around you. With the right person, life is filled with sweetness every day; with the wrong person, it’s full of bitterness day after day
Yeah, is there any special meaning to it? ? ?
Are there still so many people who refuse to see reason? Marriage is an experience in life.
There’s no special meaning to it; it’s just a scene from a TV drama.
Teasing is fine! One must learn to enjoy life! Difficulties are also a kind of experience and enjoyment!
This argument holds true within a certain period of time when such feelings are present; otherwise, it’s something only an immature child would say.
Hahahahaha, then one can only grow old in loneliness, right?
As long as you love the right person, Valentine’s Day can be celebrated every day. If you choose the right partner, then there’s no need to think of marriage as a grave
The original poster, think back to the tough women in politics – those who have remained prominent over time are usually other people’s wives
Some people describe middle-aged couples like this: a couple who have just gotten married are like chewing gum, eager to stay stuck together at all times. Over time, burnout naturally sets in, and some even want to escape. It seems that over time, the couple may become somewhat numb. That’s not the case. In the popular drama \"Little Joy\" that was broadcast some time ago, there was a scene that vividly illustrated what it means to be husband and wife. Dong Wenjie felt excluded at the company and cried, asking her husband Fang Yuan, \"Should I quit my job?" ” Fang Yuan soothed her while whispering in her ear, “It’s okay, it’s fine.” In fact, in middle age, with elders to support and children to care for, one bears countless pressures. Apart from the person by one’s side, no one knows the pressures one is under, nor how many times one has cried in the dead of night.