The sudden crying woke me from my sleep. In a daze, I pulled out my mobile phone and picked it up. It's just seven o'clock.
Then, the sound of jingling and throwing things came from upstairs. Then a man shouted angrily, "I didn't hit you!" " I gave you a push ... no one asked you to get up so early ... you don't have to do it! "
The sound came intermittently, though not clear, but faintly audible. At present, the sound insulation effect of commercial housing is not generally poor, but whenever there is a little noise upstairs, the downstairs is just like an earthquake.
The quarrel has been going on. The roar and scolding of men and women were mixed together, which woke up the baby less than six months next door and began to cry ... I was so angry that I threw myself on the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered my head, kicked my leg hard, sighed and got up without love.
This situation is not once or twice. Since I moved downstairs to their house last year, I have come several times a month or even a week, and I have never picked a time to have an attack. Sometimes even at one or two in the morning, regardless of whether it will disturb other neighbors.
In view of this situation, neighbors complained to the property and posted a small note on the door, but they could only start again after a few days of silence. Even the property has been advised several times, but it is useless. The other party also confidently said that he lived in a house he bought with his own money. What do you care? ...
I remember a passage from a lecture given by Fu Seoul in Qipa, which impressed me deeply. She said: "A married woman's fighting capacity is the top of a BBTeam. Whether marriage can teach you happiness is not certain, but it is certain to teach you to quarrel. What are the specialties of middle-aged women? It seems that we are unreasonable, but as long as you are reasonable, you will find yourself even more unreasonable. " So after a long time, everyone will give up and let it go.
Because I live downstairs, I occasionally meet them in the elevator. The woman looks about forty years old, very fat, her spirit has not been very good, she looks listless, and her face is full of vicissitudes and fatigue. Men are about the same age, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, some unkempt, short and chubby, and look a little dull. And two sons, both of whom are overweight. One is about ten years old and the other is about five or six years old. Both of them are particularly naughty. You can often hear the voice of the mother yelling at the child from upstairs, and the crackling sound of the child playing. From their words, we can probably guess that men should work in it, and women are full-time mothers, who haven't been to work for many years. Husband and wife have a bad relationship, and the word divorce is often heard.
Such families can be seen everywhere in our present life.
The marriage of middle-aged people is lonely and desperate. They want to live without it, they want to live with it, but they feel very painful. Two people, one unwilling to change and the other unwilling to compromise, often cause a big war because of a small matter. Husband and wife can't talk properly, and quarreling and cold war has become a common occurrence.
Because women don't go out to work, socialize or exercise for a long time. Being tortured by children every day makes me less and less self-centered. Want to divorce but dare not, can't let go of the children and have no ability to support themselves. Living in anxiety every day, filled with resentment and grievances, coupled with the naughty children and her husband's incomprehension, made her pale and lifeless in marriage.
Men, on the other hand, are full of women's complaints and nagging when they come home from hard work, and they are even more disgusted and bored when they look at each other's bloated figure. Sometimes I'd rather stay in the company and work overtime than go back to that boring home. Marriage is a bondage and a worry to him.
When people reach middle age, love becomes out of reach and marriage becomes a chicken rib. Enter, can't enter, retreat, nowhere to retreat. Only by changing yourself, studying more, socializing more and exercising more can we find something suitable for ourselves and make our life colorful. If you can't change others, change yourself, starting with the way you speak. Marriage is not easy, and it is done and cherished.