Silence in marriage is more scary than adultery?

Sometimes silence is the scariest thing that can break a relationship.

We used to be a happy and perfect couple, an example for many others to look up to, to admire, to exclaim… Our son, over 5 years old, is chubby and handsome like a picture. That is why, when they learned about our divorce, everyone, even my parents, were shocked. My mother was sick for a whole week because of this. She even threatened to disown me if I persisted.

Then the family meeting took place, everyone advised my husband and I to reconsider, not to make rash decisions that we would regret later. Surely no one is like my husband and I, listening to our parents' lectures but still being calm. We still kept our decision until the end, honestly, I thought it was funny and bitter, it had been a long time since we had reached such an agreement, it was just a pity that this agreement was for the decision to go our separate ways.

Silence is the fastest thing to kill a marriage (Illustration photo)

Family reconciliation failed, everyone finally gave up, we went to court and resolved it very quickly. My son stayed with me, and my husband transferred to work in the Central branch. Occasionally we still contacted and asked about each other like normal friends. Many people who knew about my husband and I said we were crazy, determined to break up, and after breaking up we still asked about and cared about each other, so why break up and make the children suffer. I could only laugh, I really didn't know what to say.

We dated for more than 2 years before getting married, both families were satisfied and supportive. After getting married, we bought a house, moved out, and generally, everything was very favorable. However, living together, sometimes there were disagreements, and my husband and I made a big mistake that neither of us wanted to speak up. We just silently endured, kept it in, and felt resentful. Those little things pushed us further and further apart. Until we even lost the need to talk. Neither of us spoke to each other, but silently distanced ourselves, the only connection being our son.

Outside, we still act like a happy couple, still pamper each other, every time he takes me somewhere, he puts on my helmet, everyone who sees us thinks we are very happy, but they don't know the invisible distance that exists between us.

Then one day, my husband proposed a divorce. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t surprised. It seemed like that was exactly what I was waiting for. Maybe it should be like that. We were living together as husband and wife, but our feelings were exhausted, our love had faded, we no longer missed each other. It was better to set each other free.

Many people ask me if I regret it, of course I do. Who wants their marriage to fail, who doesn't want to get married and live happily ever after, but reality and desire are worlds apart.

That's to say, in marriage, sometimes adultery is not necessarily the worst thing, what's more frightening is the silence that causes feelings to slowly die in silence.

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