As the saying goes, "If the relatives are not in harmony, the family will fail." ”
Yesterday, my cousin and I talked about it. He also said that his eldest sister, who is 50 years old this year, had a failed marriage and was deeply touched by this.
At my cousin's house, I met with this sister, chatted for a while, heard that I wrote the headlines, and she was willing to tell her story to everyone:
I was born in a rural area, my mother was uneducated, and my father was a village accountant. The father and mother have completely different philosophies of life, and the two are always arguing.
My mother loves to work and never stops, trying to live a good life.
My father is different, my father likes to raise flowers, grow grass, and like flowers, birds, insects and fish.
My mother was busy every day, constantly directing my father to do things.
My father hated living like a spinning top.
The mother cried countless times and complained to her father: "I don't know how to work, and I don't know how to feel sorry for people." ”
At that time, I really wanted to run away from this family, I hated my mother very much, I especially wanted to get married and have my own home.
When he was twenty-three years old, a chicken farm was set up in the village, and many outsiders came.
Dazhi, who graduated from pastoral school, was a new technician in the village, and I liked him very much at that time, so I began to care for and pursue him.
At that time, the pursuit would not take the initiative to confess, nor would it write letters, but would only create more opportunities to meet, although I couldn't speak, as long as I looked at it from a distance, it was also very satisfying.
I like Oshi, and Oshi likes me. After a few eye contacts, each other understood each other's minds.
Dazhi found the leader of the chicken farm to come to my house to propose. I blushed and nodded to my father. At that time, I swore that I would never quarrel with him in this life, and I would not live a noisy life like my father and mother.
Contrary to my wishes, after getting married, I quickly lived like a mother.
I love cleanliness and don't like the laziness of Dazhi.
I'm very frugal and don't like general cravings.
The love words I want to hear, Dazhi will never say.
I always thought that Dazhi was a cultural person, but he was never willing to communicate with me.
When our children were in junior high school, we bought a house in the city and our lives improved. However, the conflict between me and Dazhi continued.
When my child was in high school, Dazhi fell in love with a southern woman, left the house to me, and went out to find the life he wanted.
I did agree to the divorce on the spur of the moment. For so many years, I couldn't let go of him. I often reflect on myself:
If I hadn't been too strong, the family wouldn't have been bickering.
Accusations and complaints are the ** bombs in the family, and one day they will be ignited by the fire of anger, and the moment of the bomb **, the lethality is too great, even if the person concerned survives, the wound will be difficult to heal again.
Happy families are all alike, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes.
And the reason for my family's failure is "resentment"!
In fact, my cousin's eldest aunt is a good woman, hardworking and hardworking, a good hand at living, and she treats her in-laws and children with due diligence.
Her marriage was lost on the word "resentment".
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