Love story about marriage: Our Weary Hearts
During those days, her life was perpetually gray. Troubles seemed to visit her one after another, leaving her overwhelmed and her mood as gloomy as the overcast sky.
Her husband had been laid off the previous year. The whole family’s livelihood was supported solely by her meager salary. Two years ago, their daughter had been accepted into college, and just one year’s tuition would eat up half of her income. Additionally, they had a mortgage to pay, with monthly payments of over a thousand yuan.
People say that “poverty breeds sorrow in a marriage,” and she truly understood the meaning of this saying in her current situation. With life being so difficult, her relationship with her husband had also become like a glass of plain water—though it quenched her thirst, it was utterly tasteless.
The couple had been married for more than a decade. The calmness of their lives had long worn away any passion, and they often found themselves with nothing to say to each other despite living under the same roof. Every day after work, she would pass the time in front of the TV, while her husband would lie on the bed, reading books or magazines. By the time she finished watching her shows and went to bed, her husband would already be snoring loudly.
One morning, after getting out of bed, they argued again, this time over whether their daughter should enroll in an English tutoring class.
She said, “Other kids have signed up for several tutoring classes for the CET-4 exam. If our daughter doesn’t sign up, she might not pass, and then she’ll blame us.”
Her husband countered, “Our daughter has always done well in her studies. I believe in her ability; she can pass without taking extra classes.”
His stubbornness infuriated her, and she mocked him, “Are you just afraid of spending money? I’m the one earning the money, and if I want to spend it on our daughter, I will. You don’t need to butt in. If you’re so capable, go out and earn some money yourself, and then you’ll have the right to speak!”
Her words deeply hurt his self-esteem. He slammed the door and stormed out of the house. Feeling utterly miserable herself, she stayed home, wallowing in her sadness.
Summer weather can change as quickly as a child’s mood. The clear skies had turned cloudy in no time, and soon, there was lightning and thunder, followed by a torrential downpour. The heavy rain continued for half an hour, growing stronger by the minute. Worry started to creep into her mind. He had rushed out without any rain gear, and she had no idea where he had gone.
As her worry intensified, making her restless, she sent him a text message: “Where are you? Find somewhere to take shelter from the rain. When it stops, come home quickly!”
After sending the message, there was no reply for a long time. Her anxiety mounting, she sent a second message: “It’s my fault, I apologize. As long as you’re okay, I promise never to argue with you again.”
However, even after sending two messages, there was still no response. Had he been in an accident? What if he couldn’t see the road in the heavy rain and fell into an uncovered manhole on the street? With her mind spiraling into all sorts of terrible scenarios, she grabbed an umbrella and rushed out of the house.
The umbrella was quickly blown apart by the strong wind. She discarded it and waded through the waist-deep water, calling out his name as she searched street after street. She fell several times, but got up each time, only to find no trace of him, as if he had vanished from the world.
But just as she was crying uncontrollably like a child on the street, she suddenly saw a familiar figure through her tears and the rain. She hesitantly called out, and it was indeed him.
The two embraced each other, and as they looked into each other’s eyes, tears welled up in hers again. She pounded his sturdy shoulder, scolding him for not replying to her messages and making her worry so much.
He gently wiped away her tears, apologetically explaining, “My phone ran out of battery. After we argued, I went to a friend’s place to cool off. When the rain started pouring down, I knew you were most afraid of thunder, so I rushed home. But the rain was too heavy, and the bus broke down halfway. I had no choice but to walk home, but it was so slow because of the water. I’m sorry I made you worry, my dear.”
She was so moved that she was speechless. At that moment, she realized that their love had always been there. It had simply been worn down by time, causing the passion of their love to settle. Even though they were tired and weary, their hearts were still connected.
Sometimes, marriage is like a person walking on a journey. After years of being weathered by time, it’s only natural to feel tired. When marriage becomes weary and the passion is eroded by time, give love a little shake, and you’ll find that nothing has really changed—the love remains, just as it always has. The only thing that has changed is our weary hearts.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
