They've scattered, they've parted ways.

I've always thought of myself as someone who takes things easy, but I never imagined leaving someone could be so painful. My advice to everyone: if you can't truly let go, if you don't have an extremely strong understanding and confidence in each other, don't go down this path with your wife. It really will end badly. It 's over, finally over, April 23, 2019. Long after leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, looking at the marriage certificate in my hand, I couldn't believe it was real. I was incredibly depressed, drinking with my buddies for a week straight, only feeling a little better after May Day. That day, after completing the formalities... my wife—oh, no, I should call her ex-wife—with tears streaming down her face, pulled me by the hand towards our former home. Not to get clothes; those things were already gone. But to fulfill our promise from our wedding day: no matter the reason, if we ever drifted apart, we would have one last meal together, cooked at home. In the kitchen, two figures, silently busy. So in sync, so unfamiliar. A table full of delicious food, two bottles of liquor, two familiar strangers. The delicious food tasted bland; we ate and drank mechanically. Although I tried my best to eat the food she put on my plate, I couldn't finish it all, and much of it fell onto the table. In less than an hour, two bottles of baijiu were empty. I couldn't eat anymore and pushed away my chopsticks. With all my remaining strength, I said, "I'll take you home." Tears silently streamed down my ex-wife's cheeks, but her voice was terrifyingly calm: "I'll clean up before I leave." She stood up, gathered up the leftovers, and took them away.

A moment later, she came out of the kitchen, walked to my side, and whispered, "I'm leaving. Don't you have anything to say?" I forced a smile. My wife had run off with someone else; what could I say? "I wish you happiness in the future." My ex-wife paused for a moment, then knelt down in front of me, saying, "I'm sorry. Can we still be friends?" My heart ached unbearably. Forcing back the bitterness in my heart, I joked, "Let's just be friends with benefits. Friends with benefits are more reliable."
Hearing this, my ex-wife trembled again, her eyes reddening as she shook her head, then buried her face in my groin … Soon we were naked together. Perhaps because it was our last time making love, we were both very engaged, very forceful, desperately trying to please each other. I don't know how many times I ejaculated, or how many times she came. Anyway, after I ejaculated, she would take it in her mouth and make me hard again, then I would thrust in again, and ejaculate again … until it was almost dusk when we both finally awoke from our exhaustion. My ex-wife swayed as she got up, washed, dressed, and regained her cold and calm demeanor. She seemed to want to say something, hesitated for a moment, then came over, hugged me, said "take care," and turned to leave.
Ugh...
What a messed-up marriage, what a messed-up life.

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