In the eyes of my father, the status of family is far higher than the emotional connection between the three of us. This perception seems to have been ingrained in his mind, and no matter what happens, family will always be his first priority.
More than 20 years ago, I made a decision that dissatisfied my family and chose my baby father, and since then I have embarked on a road full of hardships. Our wedding was very simple, because our family was really poor, living in an isolated mountain village, and poverty made even the most basic of life miserable.
Soon after we got married, we had a baby, and the family of three had no stable income and had to worry about rent. Life is tight, I can only eat the cheapest food, my parents help provide some rice and noodles, and my mother's family is in decent conditions, in a small town in the suburbs, my parents will occasionally send some meat and vegetables to help in emergencies.
His parents never cared about our situation, and frequently wrote letters asking for money, sometimes saying that the family lacked fertilizer, sometimes that there was a lack of seeds. My husband always quietly sent them the money he earned from his odd jobs, while we lived in poverty and had to make careful calculations every time we had breakfast.
Later, we bought some shoes on credit at the wholesale market and sold them at the morning market, barely making some money. My husband is very hardworking, pulling a tricycle from early morning to night every day to sell shoes, and he even sacrifices his health for the sake of his livelihood. His ** suffered from psoriasis because of long-term fatigue, and I had to find some home remedies to relieve his symptoms.
His parents ignored our hardships and kept asking for money. Their younger brother was lazy and refused to work, and even took our kindness for granted. We tolerated it for a long time, and even let them come to our house to help, but they didn't contribute anything, they only cared about enjoyment.
As time went on, our situation improved slightly, and we bought a small yard in the city of my husband's hometown so that our children could go to school. However, my parents transferred the property to his brother's daughter-in-law, which made me angry. They have been bullying me, and I have swallowed my anger for the sake of my children and this family, but this time they did something that I couldn't accept.
A year later, his parents asked us to pay us an annual pension. I was so tired of their brazenness that I couldn't stand it.
Later, his father died, and all the expenses were borne by us, and I chose to remain silent. I told myself that maybe it was a debt from my past life, and I no longer wanted to have any contact with them, even if it was my baby father.
Today, his mother lives alone in her hometown. He keeps an eye on her every day through the camera and also pays for all her living expenses. However, I have decided not to have any contact with his family anymore and I don't want to hear anything about them, which makes me sick.
My children have grown up, and I want to live a stable life on my own. I am no longer willing to sacrifice my own happiness for the benefit of others.