The happy shell

At around 10pm, I had just returned from the supermarket to the alley entrance when I met your husband coming out of the dimly lit shop. He was busy pushing his motorbike, which had been carefully turned into the alley, and he didn't see me. I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly disappearing into the alley. All night long, I was absent-minded, feeling sorry for you and worrying about my family. You are talented and beautiful, currently working as the head of the company's accounting department. You like to be financially independent, independent in your lifestyle, and value family affection. You are always proud of your husband who knows how to share and loves his wife and children. Your family is truly the typical marriage that everyone wants. Just looking at the way you take care of your family from meals to sleep is enough to see how much trust you put in your husband. Yet, you have not been back to your hometown for a long time to rest when your husband is out having fun. When I went to Facebook, I saw that you were still updating lines full of love and longing.

I called you to ask about your health. You said your stomach often hurts and it is difficult to move around. Sitting in the countryside not knowing what to do, I feel sorry for my husband who is alone in the city and doesn't know how to cook. Sometimes after work, tired, I still have to go into the kitchen, cook hastily, eat poorly, and if I don't eat, I might get sick. If I get sick, who will take care of me? I feel even more sorry for you. You don't know that your husband doesn't let himself lack anything, from legitimate needs to illegitimate ones. The most disadvantaged are still women. So I want to advise you to love yourself.

I suddenly regretted having hurriedly walked into the alley that night to avoid an awkward encounter. I should have taken the initiative to greet my friend's husband intimately right in front of the dimly lit shop. To see the embarrassed and scared expression on the face of a person caught cheating. To let him know that it's not always possible to wipe your mouth clean when cheating. So that later, if he plans to cheat, he will remember the look in my eyes today and feel guilty. I called my friend for an hour but didn't dare to say anything. I just listened quietly as my friend praised my husband. When I asked if he was afraid that his husband would go out with other women when he was back home? Without a second of hesitation, my friend answered firmly, "I trust my husband." I had to try very hard to hold back a sigh...

But you are still lucky. Because your husband is only bad in the way of "paying for sex". Whenever he needs to spend a few hundred thousand, it's done. No entanglement, no love affairs like the story of my next-door neighbor. The wife named Tra is a rich young lady, pampered in every way, but falls in love with a poor worker. Tra's family does not support, tries every way to stop it. It is so harsh that both parents insult each other very severely. But after trying hard, they finally became husband and wife. To be able to cook together, they had to lose many things. They followed their husband to rent a cramped house with nothing, from spending freely to now having to be frugal with every penny. Many times I want to ask Tra if she regrets it or not. But seeing the smiles on the lips of the young couple, I think it's worth it. As long as they are happy, because money and wealth cannot buy it.

Before going to her mother-in-law's house to give birth, Tra gave me some money and asked me to buy food for her when I went to the market. A piece of paper was filled with menus for each day of the week. Tra smiled and said, "He has to eat like that so he has the strength to work. I'm afraid that if I don't ask you, he will just eat instant noodles all the time. It's so pitiful." Reluctantly saying goodbye to the cramped rented house, my eyes filled with tears.

The day I heard that Tra had given birth, I was so happy. I just hoped that she would be healthy and happy to take good care of her child. Who would have thought that a week later, in the middle of the night, Tra called me and asked me to check if her door was locked from the outside. I told Tra, "It's locked. Maybe your husband is on a business trip?" Then she burst into tears and said, "Working at your lover's house. Why is your life so miserable?". Speaking with intermittent sobs, Tra told me about how hard it was to be at her husband's house. But her husband didn't understand and didn't love her, and he went out with other women. Young women were fine, but she was with a married woman, and for the past few months she hadn't given me enough salary. Tra was on maternity leave at home, lacking everything. I heard Tra say, "I want to take my child and leave, but I don't know where to go" and felt a pang in my heart.

As a woman, you should be smart in arranging and planning your life. Besides trust, you should always be skeptical. Besides fulfillment, you should always be aware of loss. So that if something happens, you will know how to love yourself. Because happiness is sometimes just a cover...