Looking back on those years and the adventurous dreams I had, it seems so naive and laughable now.
"Dad, I actually know that deep down, you really hope I could live a lifelong affectionate life with him, but I truly can't continue anymore. The hurt he's inflicted on me is not just once or twice. If the outcome was already predestined, then I don't understand why I insisted on being with him in the first place. To be with him, I was willing to give up my own life, but in the end, what I got was his endless suspicion and distrust. Without even the most basic trust between a husband and wife, how can we have a long-lasting life together?
