my ten boyfriends

Chapter 12

My ninth boyfriend, called Lying.

I am thirty this year.Thirty, how dreadful!When I was, there was no way I could have imagined that I would be 30 one day.In my imagination, I am 30 years old, old and tired, pitiful and pathetic, I can’t even stand up straight, and when I look at my friends who are still very energetic after 30 years old, I always feel that they are amazing.

Fortunately, when I was really 30 years old, accompanied by my mother, I blew out 30 cakes that had to be inserted very densely to open. After I was worried, I found out, aha, [-] years old It's not that scary.

There is no decline in physical strength, nor in IQ, nor in enthusiasm for life.I am still me, the hurdle of 30 years old, whether I have passed it or not, it is the same.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I did what I should do.

My mother asked me at this time, do you still consider starting a family?Find a partner, it’s okay if you don’t like it that much, there is no love between a man and a woman, and you don’t necessarily have to be alone.

I said, the fate is still not here.Whether it is shallow or deep, it doesn't reach that line. Even if they get together without love, there must be other emotions at the bottom.Besides, I haven't had enough of the bachelor life.

In fact, when she couldn't see it, I had been in love so many times, and I had broken hands the same number of times.In the end they were not together.

From the age of 30 to 31, by chance, I met a man who was about my age.At first it was just as a friend, but gradually he showed obvious homosexual characteristics in front of me.I didn't intend to fall in love at first, but he told me so sincerely and very rationally, we are all the same people, why don't we get together and try.

He said that like me, he has been stumbling emotionally, falling in love, breaking up, being sad, and letting go.He said, they are all "old men" anyway, why don't we build a fire and make do with it?Just find a roommate with a closer relationship.

He also said that people are always lonely and long for company.

I have to say, the offer was very tempting.I'm not sentimental at first, but I can't help being envious when I see my peers have families and children, talking and laughing as a family going out.I thought it over and over again, and agreed to his proposal, but made a request that we rent a house together and try to live together for a few days a week. If we agree, we will come, and if we disagree, we will leave.He agreed.

In this way, I can hardly forget that I have a second home.He cooks delicious food and loves to do housework.I was sitting in the living room watching TV, and when he was busy cleaning every place, I always felt that I was a master in a feudal society, enslaving a little daughter-in-law.

He has a very good personality, we never lose our temper, firstly, we are never pretentious, and secondly, we can't find the point of losing our temper.It's hard to say that we particularly like each other, but let's say, we both crave this mode of life.With a suitable temperament and similar living habits, this kind of "roommate" is good enough.

He lied that he was a foreigner, saying that he would settle here and save a long vacation every year before going back to his hometown to see his parents.I asked where his home was, and he said it was in a small village in a certain city.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, he said he would go home to see his parents, and after ten days, he would have an ugly face when he came back.I asked him what was wrong, and he said his parents wanted him to go home, but he didn't want to.

I don't know what to say, of course I don't want him to go back, but if I think so, it doesn't feel that way to say it.Fortunately, he still didn't go back. He said that the small village had no prospects for development. He could get a high annual salary here, but he couldn't even find a job when he returned home.He also said that he promised his parents to send more money every month, so his parents stopped talking about it.I just don't care.

Perhaps one cannot get carried away.The balanced life I had always dreamed of was suddenly shaky.

Once we made an appointment to go out for dinner, and agreed that he would leave the car at the company and I would pick him up, but we didn't see him come out, and he didn't answer the phone.I got out of the car to look for him, only to see him tangling in the corner of the stairs in his company.

It was a woman. In his 30s, he also brought a five or six-year-old child with him.They were arguing fiercely, and the child was so frightened that he cried, calling his father and mother, with tears and snot all over his dirty clothes.

I understood everything in an instant, does it need to be said?that is the truth.

He didn't see me, so I went downstairs, drove to the house we were renting, and packed up my stuff.He won't be back tonight, so I packed up calmly and turned on the stereo to listen to music.

I don't blame him.At this moment, I am not on anyone's side.I don't feel sorry for the kid, and I don't feel sorry for the woman.I don't think about fraudulent marriages, nor do I think about the stubborn concept of family.I just miss my mother.

Why is my mother so good?She forced me to understand me like that, and prevented me from living according to ordinary people's concepts.I was able to remain unbiased and cynical in these relationships because my mother was such a good mother.

I left a note for lying.

"It seems that it's time for us to part. I wish you a happy future."

Taking my things, I went back to the dusty home that I haven't been back for a long time, I thought, it's a good thing I didn't like him too much.

All the nostalgia and reluctance come from a life accompanied by others and a stable and lasting home.Speaking of thinking about him, I didn't think so.

After two or three days, call me if you lie.I took it.

His voice was tired, and he explained everything to me first.He said that the village where he was born was very traditional. Before he went to college, his family forced him to settle down with women in the village.He couldn't even marry late, let alone be honest about his sexual orientation.He endured the nausea and went through the procedure. After going to college, he has been avoiding going home. When he graduated, his parents asked him to go home. He said that he could earn more money outside, and his parents agreed.

Every time he goes home, he is completely disgusted. What's more frightening is that his parents will watch him and his "wife" go to bed.Then she became pregnant, and she lied and was even more reluctant to go back.He gave a lot of money to his family, enough for his family to live a good life.Then, he wanted to live the life he imagined in a place without his parents.

He asked me that he had sent them away, and asked if I could come back, saying he had them done and wouldn't let them come again.

I say no.

"How terrible you are... I beg you to have some compassion and be considerate of me. I like you, don't you like me too?"

He was a little angry and crying, saying that I couldn't understand him at all, and that only my mother was so enlightened.He asked me, what else could he do?If you can't resist, you have to spend your own life, can't you have your own happiness?

"I understand you and your situation. But this does not mean that I can accept you again."

"But why—"

"I'm sorry, I just suddenly discovered that I also have some cleanliness."

I hung up the phone.Because he called me again many times, I blocked him.

He didn't come to see me again, which was different from what I expected.

After that, a mutual friend of ours told me why.He said that Li Li's parents came suddenly, and they insisted that Li Li go home and go to work, saying that it was time to have a second child, and it was time to retire, and the only son could not be hanging around outside.The troubles in those few days were ugly, his parents were very violent, they quarreled and scolded, and even got into the Liar unit, forcing Lie to resign at last, and went back with them.

My friend also asked me, "Is he lying about his relationship with his wife? Otherwise, he wouldn't have children. I haven't mentioned it to us. I thought he was single all the time."

"Probably." I changed the subject.

So, I'm single again.

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