The old public bar forced me to sell myself to attract customers.

Dictation/Water Mist Finishing/Summer Mo

Economic power, for women, is like a weapon to defend marriage. When Danny divorced, while drinking coffee, he earnestly advised me that after marrying Wenda, he should first master the economic power of the family. I laughed and joked that a man can't control it. If he loves you, he will respect and love you.

I didn't know that the point of this sentence is that men change when they have money, especially after they have freedom.

After four years of marriage, Wenda's career has been very unsatisfactory. After several job-hopping, the treatment is getting worse and worse, and it is getting farther and farther away from our "five-year plan to buy a house".

When he suggested that we open a bar, I agreed without thinking. When he is depressed about life, it is considerate of me to respect his opinion. I think, as long as there is an opportunity, he will definitely stand up.

Taking out120,000 from the passbook was far from enough for our hotel, so he advised me to borrow some money from his friends and relatives. I tried my best to find friends to pick up hundreds of thousands, and everyone took some money from their parents at home. When Wenda borrowed money from his parents, he kept saying, I will succeed this time. When I make money, I'll pay you back twice.

After the successful opening of the hotel, there were not many customers. After two months, business was getting weaker and weaker, and Wenda began to worry. He silently went to other hotels several times to see what other hotels had. After a period of observation, he said confidently, I know what our problem is. Bar, originally a place for others to relax, is too formal, but not good.

I understand the implication of Wenda. It's just a few beautiful chicks and some ambiguous lights. In the blurred bar, most people vent their inner dissatisfaction while relaxing their lonely time. Wenda had the cheek to borrow tens of thousands of dollars from home. This time, he hired some barmaids to work. In order to save money, he suggested that I donate to the bar.

Then I ordered clothes, and the skirt was very short. Look carefully, it looks a bit like a maid's dress. I refused to wear it, and Wenda advised me that when the business is good, it will definitely not let me work hard again. On the first day, I refused. On that day, watching some beautiful maids and sisters, shuttling through the crowd, laughing and laughing, business really got better. The next day, Wenda began to persuade me early in the morning, saying that I must pack that dress at night. Lever progress, this is a critical period, let me sacrifice.

At last, I relented and was persuaded by him. In the evening, I put on that dress, like them, wearing heavy makeup and occasionally wearing a mask. Unexpectedly, this day, a man just came in and sat down, and appointed me to pour the wine. I was a little timid, but I passed with trepidation. Unexpectedly, when he was pouring wine for him, his hand suddenly dawdled on my leg, scaring me to spill wine on him.

He patted the table, asked me what I meant, and shouted that I should punish myself for three cups. I refused. He took off the mask on my face with one hand and scolded, old woman, what are you pretending to be? Haven't you ever served a man? Said, and pulled me into my arms, at this moment, wenda came over, useless. I took the opportunity to run out.

Then Vinda scolded me. Can't you take care of two guests? My career is now in its infancy. What's wrong with your sacrifice His constant criticism chilled me. I roared: Is this how he loves me? He said with a wry smile, love, is love valuable? Now I'm in charge of the inside and outside of the bar. Did you pay? I just know that he turned a blind eye to everything I paid for borrowing money for him, trying to decorate the bar, going out to buy goods every day and so on.

In the world of marriage, people who hold economic power will always feel that it is not easy to make money, and they will remember their efforts bit by bit. At that moment, I thoroughly understood what Dandan said to me. For women, economic power is like a weapon to defend marriage. Love in marriage fades when you walk. When love is transformed into affection, respect sometimes becomes like a burnt paper, which is fragile after being reduced to ashes.