no home

- I bend over to put shoes on for my husband, and my husband turns to wash his hands and make soup for others.I have been married to my husband for six years. I respect him and respect him, and regard him as a lover for the rest of my life.I know very well what kind of eyes it is to love someone, so when my husband looks at him, I know that he has never loved me.I was wearing an old blanket that my husband covered my legs, next to the cruelest time of the Lemnos wall clock, the moonlight fell into my palm, can my husband go home today?My love is carved into my heart and melted into my bones, but my husband embraces him with red candles and incense in the tent.My husband gave me to others, he loved my heart, and cut my bones. I regard him as a god, and he treats me as a pet.I love Mr. I have no regrets in this life, but sir, we will not remarry. [Mine Clearing Highlights] Slag Attack Turning Back / Chasing Wife Crematorium / First Abuse and Suffering Then Abuse Attack / (From time to time, a dogmatic sentiment) dog blood! *The Lord accepts, pure scum attack, cold-blooded and unrighteous, even my mother dislikes it, just like that ghost.Not cheap (if I think it privately) not white lotus, resolute in the later stage, and the three views are very positive. *Please bring a fire extinguisher to read this article at all times! *If you don't like it, please avoid lightning, and you can send it by charging the phone bill, just drop it, really don't drop the author. * Then, there is the crematorium, and the pursuit of the wife is a long way off.I can complete the story, so it should be HE.