Damn, I have an announcement for everyone. I got married on March 8th, and today I got divorced.

That night at the wedding, I was still counting the red envelopes, and the next morning, there was a divorce petition on the bedside table. It was left by my wife. No, my ex-wife. She left that paper and never came back.
We talked. She said she didn’t want to get married before the wedding. I asked her, if you didn’t want to get married, why did you toast with me on stage? She said she didn’t want me to lose face. I said you’re making me lose face even more now. She got angry, I got angry too. In the end, she said she wanted a divorce, and I said okay.
Seven years. I haven’t even finished my seven-day marriage leave.
My friend said you got married faster than a murder mystery game. Another friend said it’s not fast, it’s just that the review time is too long — people review after playing murder mystery games, but your wife was ready to throw the killer before the wedding.
Now I’m living alone again in the old rental. All the red envelopes have been refunded, and I even paid a penalty for breaking the banquet contract. The hardest part isn’t the money. It’s that yesterday my mom called and said the red lanterns from the wedding day are still hanging on the balcony, asking if I can take them down. I said go ahead. She said your dad doesn’t dare to take them down, afraid you’ll come back and feel bad. I said I don’t even dare to go back myself.
I haven’t fully processed this thing yet. But you can invite me to eat or sing karaoke anytime. Instead of sitting at home and dazing, I might as well go out and embarrass myself. If you’re free, just message me privately.