My huXand Christopher was once a financial planner.Even though he couldn’tbalance our budget，his s trusted him completely and he made them feelsecure.In exchange they paid him very well.We had a nice life then.At that time，myyoga studio(瑜伽馆)was just starting to make a profit，and I had recently decoratedit.At last，I was in control of my working life and poured my heart and soul into it succeed.When we first met，I fell hard for Christopher right away,although I wouldn’t callit love.I’d never been with a man who was prettier than I was,but after a while Igot used to this，and it didn’t bother me so much.I was recovering from a brokenheart and needed something to help me move on.If it wasn’t love,it was goodenough，and when he asked me to marry him I jumped at the chance，knowing that itmight be my last.Things started out so well.I was working steadily and Christopher was patientlyclimbing up the ladder in his department.Then，without any warning，one gray winterafternoon in year five，he just upped and left his desk at the bank，handed in hisresignation，and came home and told me he wanted to start an interior designbusiness.He has always loved mixing and matching，and has a real eye for color,texture，andshape，but the idea of turning a hobby into a business wasn’t something we had everdiscussed.I thought the stress of his job was becoming too much and perhaps he wouldtake a few months off over the spring and summer to relax and get the idea out ofhis system.I didn’t believe he could be serious.But once he had a few s，hebegan to draw up plans，ordering catalogues and turning our empty workshop into akind of makeshift studio with all of his sketches pinned to the wall.After spendinga lot of time and money on all of this preparation，and really doing quite a nicejob of it，he called each in turn and apologized，saying he wouldn’t be ableto design their living spaces after all.
The woman in the passage.