Chapter 923: Dog Days (16)

Pink Rose Love: Three Dogs (Varu Alan)

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I remembered that there was a female writer named Brückner in Germany who wrote a collection of essays about the inner monologues of famous women in literature and history, and one of the essays I selected was Goethe's little woman, the flower maker named Christine Vulpius, who was 17 years younger than Goethe, and after becoming Christine von Goethe, she only said "I am":

"I'm 50, you're 7 years older than me, so you're now- whatever, we're all old women anyway......"

"My one didn't imprison me, and I didn't restrain him. Now I ask you one thing: what if ...... After more than 20 years of getting you, will he marry you again?"

I don't know what qualifications the woman who has been a lover for more than 20 years to finally straighten up is to show off in front of a woman who is 24 years older than me? I don't know why a woman 14 years younger than me can be so confident and natural to call my husband hers? But judging from the fact that she has always only peeped and did not dare to appear in front of me, the famous college student is not confident in her own talents, and she is not as good as the poor female worker from a humble background who dares to argue with the Duchess.

Of course, maybe she also wants to show off to me after straightening up, but if there is a day when I see a man younger than her next to me, I wonder if she can still be arrogant?

I think they should be like glue and knee-like, water and milk are together, otherwise, why do I never feel that the person who has received a marriage certificate with me for more than 10 years is exclusive to me, and I have never told others "my husband this my husband that" before?

At first, I wrote "My husband, Mr. Pei", but later everyone voted for "Discipline your husband and manage your marriage", so I wrote "husband" according to everyone's reading habits. I started talking to strangers on the Internet who I had never met, otherwise I was afraid that others would not understand.

I feel that my husband is someone else's son first, someone else's brother second, someone else's uncle and uncle, then my husband in the legal sense, my son's father, and finally someone else's classmate, colleague, confidant, and lover......

Maybe I think the last lover is the person he is most distressed by, so the lover was promoted to the second wife, and it is natural to say "my husband" how, who knows?

Anyway, those don't have much to do with me. I feel that I have done my filial piety to my parents, my loyalty to the country, my love for my son, and my husband's obedience, and I will have no regrets if I die at any time, and there is no need to continue to do my best. I owe no one in this world, and there is no one worth my nostalgia now, including my son.

I couldn't sleep in the middle of the summer vacation, and I had to cook for my son. My son took the computer from 11 o'clock, and I saw when he would give it to me.

At 14 o'clock, I said accompany me to the mall to buy clothes, and he said you go around first, and we will go to see it after making sure we are sure. It happened that my husband's text message came, so I replied: I'm going to go to New World to see what kind of clothes I can buy for 10,000 yuan, don't worry, just take a look, I'll wait for my little lover to buy it for me.

Husband: I'll swipe the card when I'm optimistic.

The current activity of shopping malls is 40 or 50 for 100 or 50, and many people regard this as a 5 or 6 percent discount, but in fact, it is not. I turned around for two hours and didn't find anything I liked.

I like things that are better than what I have at the moment, not prettier and more expensive, of course, but more suitable.

I'm quite a picky person.