Until then, the frequency of the arguments became more dense and from small daily matters. Like the changing of the seasons, the noon was sunny like summer, the evening was cool like autumn, so the husband liked to turn on the air conditioner to shiver under the blanket to feel comfortable, while the wife was afraid of the cold and only liked to use the fan to fan herself, not the air conditioner... Then they broke up after a quarrel, cursing each other and exposing all the bad things about each other. The wife told her husband that her love had cooled down, there was no way to rekindle it.
Looking at the neighbors, an old couple had just broken up when the husband retired and the eldest son went to college. The couple, before, were known to be harmonious, never arguing. Their family history could be said to be bland, as both were quite similar, preferring to live a quiet life and hating conflict.
But suddenly, like thunder in a clear sky, the wife suddenly fell in love at first sight with a foreign tourist who rented a house nearby, who met her while going to the morning market. This guy was younger than her but had an older face, a full beard and spoke Vietnamese fluently. The first time they met, she was captivated by his manly and romantic appearance, and after a few more meetings and conversations, she felt that this was truly the love of her life…
Sitting drinking coffee, he told his younger brother: Life is unpredictable. In a life together, we need a wall of trust and love. The thicker the wall, the more it can prevent internal conflicts and negative factors from the outside. And both of us have to maintain that wall, otherwise the arguments will gradually thin that wall and one day, it will not be able to bear it and collapse.
Because everyone has a certain psychological threshold, not everyone is the same. In addition, in life together, boredom is at risk of killing love because some people think simply, husband and wife after so many years of love and affection, how can they leave each other, not knowing that life is colorful, as a folk poet said: wife is cold rice to me but rare pho to the neighbor!
