Since my father's death, I realized that the so-called secret can only be called if it can be hidden until he dies. In the short decades of our lives, we have more or less things that we can't talk to. Many times, I can't figure it out, death is just a moment, and we end up with loess. Why do you have so much resentment and hatred?Why is it that you can't even talk and "don't vomit and be unhappy" in your life?
Before entering marriage, I simply thought that the union of two people was a recognition of the feelings and trust between each other, and I was willing to establish a long-term and stable relationship with them, and face the bits and pieces of future life together in the company of each other. Then I went from my own home to live in the home where I cooperated with him, and I thought that there was no essential difference between the two families, and I could even say that if one day, my parents died, and the home I cooperated with him was my final home.
So, I'm still me, going to work, getting off work, eating a little snack, watching a little skit, day after day. There's one more person around me who is closer than a friend, and I thought that was all there was to it. But it's only been 2 years, and I cried, and when I was in my twenties, I didn't cry even when my grandparents died. And the reason why I cried was that by chance, my mother was willing to tell me that my mother-in-law always called her ** when she had nothing to do on weekdays, complaining about my little life: snacking, KFC, and watching dramas. At that moment, I felt that my little life had brought great humiliation to my parents, and I had been kept in the dark, and I still got along with my mother-in-law every day with a "mother" on the left and a "mother" on the right, just like living in my own home and when my own mother was staying. At night, the more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, and I cried. But I didn't feel like I had done anything wrong, I made my own money and spent it myself, and I didn't get in the way of others. I never thought that the free life I had spent my own money in exchange would bring "criticism" to my parents. Ever since I was a child, I have brought nothing but pride to my parents.
However, how can I resist?Dissolve a long-term stable relationship with him?For such reasons, it seems to be an injustice to him.