Last night, my mother called me and said that my aunt and my brother-in-law were getting a divorce again.
At one point, a thought crossed my mind.
Let's leave, let's go, hurry up and see if it's better.
Then I took this terrible thought to myself.
In fact, their feelings are really too much.
My uncle is a native of Beijing, and his encounter with his aunt is a bit strange and romantic.
My aunt was working in a company in Changsha and rented a two-person room by herself.
The landlord is an old lady, and it is inconvenient to live alone.
My aunt would always occasionally help her bring some food and occasionally chat with her.
And the uncle is precisely the cousin of this old lady.
When my uncle-in-law came to see the old lady on a business trip in Changsha, the old lady introduced the two to each other, and somehow they fell in love later.
Not long after, the two got married, and my aunt also resigned from her job in Changsha and began to take root in Beijing.
The two people who were supposed to be very happy were turned upside down by the family behind the two people.
My aunt's family also has an older brother who is over thirty years old but has not yet started a family.
The family just "sucked blood" on the aunt and frantically subsidized the eldest son who was not in the climate.
The others are "Brother Demon", and this head has a "Brother Demon" parent.
And my aunt's mother-in-law looked down on people from other provinces, and my aunt gave birth to two daughters in a row, so she became more and more dissatisfied.
So the quarrel has never stopped recently.
It seems that the little love that touched the hearts of the two in the past has also been wiped out in these trivial matters.
* On the other side, my mother said: Your aunt has always been very sensible.
My salary was sent home, and I rarely bought myself new clothes for so many years.
If I were such an unreasonable parent, you probably wouldn't have ignored me a long time ago.
I asked a little helplessly, Mom, do you want me to become a person who only knows how to think about others, but never sees myself?”
Yes, my aunt has always been very sensible.
From an outsider's point of view, they have a house and a car in Beijing, and they should be very happy with an annual salary of nearly one million.
But the family knows how much hysteria is hidden in it.
I've always found the word "sensible" to be very complicated.
Just as I am getting older, I hope that those who are younger than me will listen to my kind words and advice, and will be able to avoid some detours.
When confronted with those behaviors that I can't understand, my first reaction is why you are so ignorant.
But I forgot that it is useless to talk about many things.
You will only understand if you hit the south wall.
That's why it's complicated to be sensible.
On the one hand, I hope you keep a little more of your original intention and think more about yourself;On the other hand, I am afraid that you will be too selfish and extreme, and that you will become a refined egoist.
But if one day, if you have to choose a time, it is always good to love yourself a little more.
The older you get, the more you find that you are not that important.
The joy of being surrounded by adults when I was a child was just a joy of being noticed because there were so many people.
But when I grew up, I found that in the adult world, I was sewing and mending my own life.
I've always been a very sensitive person, not a people-pleaser, but I've always become a little less prone to rejection because I can quickly perceive the loss of the other person.
So in my impression, there are many times when I do things with unwilling emotions.
The result is a thankless result.
So I regretted it afterwards, and I knew that I didn't agree at the beginning.
Doesn't it matter what his emotions do, aren't my own feelings the most important?
Whenever I finish comforting myself like this, I start to enter the next cycle again.
It wasn't until I made up my mind to learn to say no to others that I realized how cool it was to care about my feelings.
Living oneself is sometimes bound to be misunderstood, and others will think that it is ignorant and unreasonable.
But how important is your own happiness?
Or is it important for others to praise you for your goodness?
Of course, I'm not advocating that a person can be unscrupulous and build his happiness on many sacrifices, but I think we can achieve maximum freedom without affecting others too much.
Some people may wonder, "What happens if I live up to other people's expectations?"”
However, you also know that this expectation is prefixed.
Then you need to judge whether it is in line with your own value pursuit.
In a person's life, it is still oneself that can really accompany oneself.
Parents will quietly leave at some point in the middle of their lives.
And the lover also enters his own life on the road of growth.
Only he has been with him from croaking to loneliness in his twilight years.
So, it's okay if you're not that sensible.
At last. It's not self-pity, it's just that life is short, it's better to experience some time and lightness that belongs to you completely.
Instead of being wronged, obediently being fiddled with again and again.
In the end, I will only sigh with emotion-
It's not worth it.