The surprising changes in men after 7 years of marriage

First Year of Marriage

We are sweet and loving, inseparable. It is incredible to see other couples fighting, arguing and throwing things around and still being able to get along. We feel that such quarrelsome days are far away from us.

Second year of marriage

We started to quarrel. During the quarrel, I broke a delicate and expensive clock, cried for 40 minutes, and then packed my bags and went back to my parents' home. I thought, divorce! I will never continue to live with someone who quarrels with me. After get off work every day, he would run to the unit to pick me up, take the initiative to admit his mistakes, and let me go home with him.

I ignored him with a cold face and refused to go home with him. Half a month later, he came to pick me up with a big bouquet of flowers and took the initiative to accompany me to the supermarket. I listed his crimes for 10 minutes and finally added a warning: "If you do this again in the future, I will never forgive you." He remained silent, indicating his agreement.

Third year of marriage

During the quarrel, I smashed a few cheap glasses and cried for 30 minutes, then stayed at a friend's house for a few days. He called me a few times and I went home. He cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, but I still ignored him. He hid in the bedroom during dinner. He knocked on the door and said, "The chicken stewed with gourd is ready, come out and eat." He knocked on the door twice, and I came out to eat with him. He told me that he was wrong and was willing to correct it, and asked if I could forgive him. I was silent.

Fourth year of marriage

During the quarrel, I broke a pot of my own spider plant, cried for 20 minutes, and then walked downstairs for a day. After returning home, I saw him sitting on the sofa watching TV as if nothing had happened, and the living room was still a mess. The broken leaves of the spider plant and the broken pieces of the flower pot were scattered all over the floor. I took the initiative to clean it up. He made dinner and sat down to eat. I served myself a bowl of rice and sat opposite him, arguing with him about who was right and who was wrong, but he did not comment.

Fifth year of marriage

During the quarrel, I threw a cushion from the sofa to the floor, cried for 10 minutes, and then rushed from the living room to the bedroom. No one cooked dinner. He stood on the balcony smoking. I took the initiative to come out of the bedroom, picked up the cushion, cooked a dinner I liked, and went to bed after eating. He went to a restaurant outside for dinner, and when he came back, I took the initiative to talk to him and reason with him, and he said fiercely: I am not wrong!

Sixth year of marriage

I didn't throw anything during the quarrel. I only cried for five minutes and only changed my posture in the living room. He stayed at a friend's house and didn't come back for a few days. I called him and begged him to come home. I took the initiative to cook a dinner he liked, served it to him, told him that I was wrong and was willing to correct it, and asked if he could forgive me. He was silent.

Seventh year of marriage

I didn't cry during the quarrel. We quarreled in the morning, but I admitted my fault in the afternoon and took the initiative to accompany him to watch the game. He listed my crimes for ten minutes and finally added a warning: "If you do this again in the future, I will never forgive you!" I remained silent to show my agreement.