Speaking of it, my life experience is really unlucky, and my fate is ill-fated.
At the age of a girl, many enthusiastic aunts and grandfathers will introduce me, but when the man sees me, he sends a message to the matchmaker and blows it off with various excuses. The reason is that I dare not compliment me because of my sallow and emaciated appearance, especially what women are most proud of. They also described my breasts to the matchmaker with extremely ugly words such as "Ping" and "Airport", saying that I was not feminine. Hearing these blows, I was so sad that I vowed never to associate with any man again until I changed my figure.
Later, I went to work in the south, saving money, and spent almost no money except buying cosmetics and exporting cheap and beautiful clothes for domestic sales. Finally saved enough money for breast enhancement surgery.
After the operation, I stood in front of the mirror again and almost fainted when I saw those towering and plump breasts. I didn't expect my operation to be super successful, because the breasts not only look strong, plump and sexy, but also feel very elastic, realistic and tactile. Since then, I am full of confidence and pay more attention to dressing myself every day. The speed of turning around in the street is unprecedented.
Finally, one day, I was shot by Cupid's arrow of a foreign company executive. He loves me very much and often takes me to various social activities of his friends. He regards my devil-like figure and proud breasts as his capital to show off to his friends, and every time he meets me, he will give me unexpected surprises. After three months of love, you proposed to me. I think my age has reached or even surpassed the age of the leftover woman, let alone finding a lover who loves me so much and has superior family conditions. Isn't that what I've been trying to get for more than ten years? Therefore, I am full of joy and step on the red carpet hand in hand.
After marriage, my husband not only loves me more, but also treats me as one of his own. At this age, I dare not want to have more children, so I found myself pregnant less than three months after I got married. My husband and the only mother-in-law know that I am pregnant and worship me as an ancestor every day, for fear that I will not eat well, sleep well, fall down and feel lost.
My stomach is still up to expectations. It was difficult to give birth in October, and finally a fat boy was born. Parents-in-law and husband cheered with joy. Every morning before dawn, my mother-in-law will rush to the vegetable market to pick fresh crucian carp for me to cook soup, saying it is for milking me. Normal parturient, on the third day, will have more or less milk overflow, but I lay in bed for half a month, and those towering beautiful breasts seemed to say goodbye to me, motionless and doing nothing. My milk didn't come down until the baby was full moon. My father-in-law, husband and mother-in-law were all nervous when they heard the child crying hungry. My husband rushed to give the child milk powder, and my mother-in-law would glance at me with some dissatisfied eyes, and then picked up her grandson in distress and said, "Oh, my poor little grandson ..."
One night, my husband and I slept in bed and talked about why I can't have milk like other women. I suddenly remembered the fact that my chest had been modified, and I confessed it to my husband unconsciously. Who knows that when my husband heard that I was not the original goods, he immediately jumped out of bed and said, "Ah? So you had an artificial breast enhancement. Why didn't you say so earlier? Why didn't you tell me this when we were in love? Aren't you a liar? "
It doesn't matter if he shouts, all he shouts is his parents-in-law. When my parents learned what happened, instead of interceding for me, they formed an alliance with their son, bombarded me together, and threatened to sue me for marriage fraud tomorrow, not only asking me to divorce, but also asking me to compensate them for their mental damage.
I couldn't say a word because of their mother's noise. I think the end of the world is coming, only the tears of injustice keep flowing.
Afterwards, I learned that my husband didn't care about me, but the plump breasts I had modified. Because he heard from his mother-in-law that when looking for a woman, he would look for a woman with big breasts, saying that he could live a good life and have children.
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