Last Sunday, the war broke out again, a boring war, a painful war. I drove to the provincial capital that day to take my daughter to see a dentist. The child was not very obedient because she didn’t eat breakfast. When I paid the treatment fee, I was told the day before yesterday that I couldn’t use the personal account of the medical insurance card to pay for the dental treatment. I felt it was unreasonable and complained. She told me not to speak. Thinking of how she didn’t let me speak at home before, I exploded! This woman is so perverted, she has to control everything I say, has she considered my feelings? So the expected war broke out again without suspense. All kinds of vicious attacks, accusations and abuses followed one after another. Since the incident of speaking, she has been worried about my speaking as if she was facing a great enemy. She feels that I will be arrested at any time if I speak out of rebellion. I even suspect that one day she will report me personally and send me to jail. I don’t know when it started, but we have completely lost any common language. Maybe we have never had a common language from the beginning to the end. Life is too painful, the pressure outside is huge, and the pressure at home is even greater! One person is fighting the whole world alone, and behind him is the coldness and indifference from the closest relatives. I have been very depressed for the past two years. I have no one to talk to, and I have never received any understanding or comfort from her. Life is like purgatory, worse than death.