I am 65 years old and have been living with my son for the past five years. However, what I didn't expect was that I said goodbye to my son's warm home because of a box of durians.
Perhaps, durian was just the last straw that broke the camel's back. My daughter-in-law's dissatisfaction with me may have always existed, but she just lacked a suitable opportunity to vent.
In the past, I used to be the president of a trade union in a factory, and I was good at mediating conflicts and providing psychological support to others. After retirement, my pension was only 4,500 yuan.
When I was retiring, my wife had a cerebral infarction and passed away at this moment. I felt as if I had lost my support all of a sudden.
We have a son who works in the town and stays in the city after college. His wife is in the same company as him, and the two have made their home in the city.
Usually, the children would come back to visit us on holidays, and we would take time to stay with them for a few days. I get along well with my daughter-in-law.
However, after the death of my wife, I felt extremely lonely. My son came to pick me up in order to stop living alone, hoping that I could live with them. I thought maybe I could, so I packed a few things and followed my son back to his house.
Five years have passed.
As a sensible mother-in-law, I know that in my son's family, as a new daughter-in-law, they have a new life, and I can't blindly rely on them to provide for me. Therefore, I offered to bear the cost of living and contribute 3,000 yuan a month to make ends meet.
When I first arrived at my son's house, I was pleased with my daughter-in-law's performance. Her smiling face and warm greeting, and affectionately called me mom, saying that we would be a family, and she asked me to make this place my home.
The 3,000 yuan per month became part of the family, which was spent on food, fruit and milk for grandchildren. Sometimes I buy toys and even when I don't have enough of them, I put a few hundred dollars on them.
At first, my daughter-in-law was really nice to me, smiling and helping me with housework. We were busy in the kitchen, laughing and looking like our own mothers and daughters.
However, after about half a year, my daughter-in-law stopped helping me with housework. She said she was too tired from work and came home and just wanted to lie on the couch and lean against her son and watch TV.
I used to wash the fruit for them, and they would sit there and watch TV, watching and eating at the same time, never asking me if I needed it or not. Usually I wait for them to finish eating, and if there is any leftover, I will have a portion, and if there is none, it means that I have no fruit to eat that day, and they will not leave it for me.
I wash all the clothes in the house, and my daughter-in-law only washes her own underwear**. The clothes worn by my sons, grandchildren, and daughters-in-law are the objects of my hard work. Although some clothes can be washed in the washing machine, my daughter-in-law told me that some clothes cannot be machine washed and must be washed by hand to avoid damage. Therefore, I had to wash it by hand honestly.
A year ago, I noticed a drastic change in my daughter-in-law's attitude towards me. Although she didn't do housework before, she always smiled at me and made me feel cared for. But now, when she comes home and sees me, she doesn't smile anymore, her face is always flat, and when asked, she just says that she is tired and not in the mood. Later, when I asked her again, she didn't say much, and gradually I didn't dare to ask more.
If the two of us were at home, the whole residence would be filled with a cold atmosphere. There may only be a few words exchanged throughout the day, unless I remind her to eat and she nods her head in good faith. In addition, there was hardly any communication between us, as if silence had become the dominant theme in the home.
Actually, I knew in my heart why all this was happening.
In my town, I still have a vacant house. I would go back twice a year to clean it up and stay in it for a few days.
Once, my son said to me, "Mom, since you have moved in with us, it is a waste that the old house of the family is empty. Why don't you sell it and use some of the money to subsidize it to us, and we can change to a bigger house, so that we can all live more comfortably. ”
As soon as I heard this, I resolutely refused, saying, "This is not good, this house was left to me by your father, and it is full of our memories." Selling the house is like giving up the nostalgia for him. Besides, your current house is already three bedrooms and two living rooms, more than 90 square meters, enough to live, there is no need to change to a bigger one. ”
My son tried to persuade him a few times, but I never compromised, and he stopped mentioning it. However, since this house incident, I feel that my daughter-in-law's attitude towards me has obviously deteriorated. I guessed that it might have been her idea, and it didn't work out, so she was upset, so she asked me to vent.
My attitude towards her is to ignore her, I don't care if you are happy or not, this house is mine, if I sell it and give it to you for money, there will be nothing in the future, and it depends on your face. I wouldn't be so stupid, now I'm a nanny, and life isn't going well.
The other day, they said they were going to my grandmother's house for the weekend, so I stayed home alone. I didn't want to cook, so I just had a random snack. When I was watching TV at night, I felt a little hungry, and when I opened the refrigerator, I saw a box of durians, which I knew was put in by my daughter-in-law in the morning.
To be honest, I've never tried durian before, I've just heard from others that it stinks and doesn't taste good. However, today I am the only one in the family, and I want to taste it on a whim. I opened it and ate it, and although it did stink, I liked it very much.
One bite after another, I couldn't stop. There were five pieces in the whole box, and I ate them all while watching TV.
I thought, once in a while, indulge yourself, eat what she bought, and buy her another box tomorrowShe's not home today anyway.
However, just as I was concentrating on TV, around ten o'clock, she and her son returned. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the empty box in front of me, walked straight to the sofa and sat down, and said to me, "Mom, have you eaten all this box?"”
As soon as I nodded, before I could speak, she went crazy: "Why are you so greedy, so old, this box is all eaten, you didn't leave some for your grandchild, he will come back from boarding school tomorrow, this is for him." ”
You can eat it, you have to leave a few pieces for him, such a box is almost 200 yuan, you just eat it all by yourself?I don't always say that I don't eat this or that, it seems that I want to eat expensive, and you are really good at enjoying it. ”
I was really angry when I heard it, and before I could speak, I originally wanted to say, just eat it, and buy you a box tomorrow, what is 200 yuan, I can afford it.
However, her words really made me very sad, and my son didn't say anything, just sat on the sofa and played with his phone, looking indifferent, which aroused my anger even more.
I said out loud, "yes, I just ate it, what's wrong?".Will you settle accounts?You come to the math, I give 3,000 yuan to your family every month, how many boxes of durian can I eat?I can afford to eat, can you afford it?”
When my daughter-in-law saw me like this, she suddenly couldn't speak. I didn't bother to listen to her nonsense anymore, so I simply said: "I don't serve this family, I have this 3,000 yuan, I will go back to my own house, I will buy durian, and I will die by myself." ”
With that, I went straight back to my room and slammed the door shut. My son and daughter-in-law didn't say a word of persuasion, which made me even more angry.
I thought about it for a while in the room. I was also thinking about going back, but I was unhappy with my daughter-in-law and lived uncomfortably. Now like this, just going back, maybe she also wants me to go back, so she does this to me.
I tidied up my clothes, came with a little luggage, and left still just a little. When they went to work, I took the car back by myself and called my son before leaving.
He didn't say that I would go back, but that he would come back to see me when he had time. I casually answered and hung up**.
What an immature son, white-eyed wolf. I'm not in the mood to talk to him.
Since then, I have started to live for myself. I use my own money, I go to a nursing home when my health is not good, if my son cares about me, I care, if he doesn't care about me, I go to a nursing home, it's better than being angry at home.