The 6-year-old grandson scolded you for not eating chicken legs, and my son and daughter-in-law laughed beside me, and I went home overnight
There is a joke about the people coming and going in front of the kindergarten and the front of the nursing home. Although this sounds a bit harsh, I have to say that there is some truth in it. Most people will be more inclined to take care of small children because they are young and need to be cared for and understood. On the contrary, elderly parents are often neglected, like a hot potato in their hands.
Aunt Lan, 57 years old this year, has been living in her son's house since her daughter-in-law gave birth to the baby and helping to take care of the child. In her daily life, in addition to taking care of household chores and cooking, she is also responsible for taking care of her grandchildren. Originally, life was quite stable and happy. But as time passed, Aunt Lan's life gradually became difficult, and she was often reprimanded not only by her son and daughter-in-law, but even her young grandson. Eventually, the aunt couldn't stand the situation anymore and packed her bags overnight and decided to go back to her home.
Our family is in the north, but my son found a girlfriend in the south, and not only lived there for a few years, but also decided to join the other party's family. I persuaded my son many times, telling him that although our conditions were average, we did not need to be rich, after all, my daughter-in-law's family conditions were not better than ours. I also know a little about the woman's family, whose parents are ordinary farmers and do not have a high level of education. The daughter-in-law's brother is average, short-tempered, has no regular job, often causes trouble, and is taken away by the police every year. And the daughter-in-law herself is even more strong and strict with her son, which makes me, a mother, very uncomfortable in my eyes.
The child in my family, who only thought about love, chose to live with his daughter-in-law after all, his wife died early, and my son and I have been supporting each other, but he left me alone and stayed in my hometown alone to chase the love in his heart, which made me feel very disappointed.
After living alone in my hometown for a while, I always felt uneasy, and my son was not very happy at my daughter-in-law's house, and often gave me **, complaining that the other party's family was unfriendly to him, sarcastically mocking him in the local dialect, and saying that my daughter-in-law's brother was not easy to get along with, and often asked him for money.
These words made me feel distressed, and in desperation, I decided to go and live with my son. I know it's not easy to be a wealthy mother-in-law, but I don't want my son to bear these things alone, so I can at least help him share some of the burden. My son was very grateful to me for helping him, but I chose to rent a house in a small town near their village and live there for a while.
Soon after, I took out more than 100,000 yuan to help my son and daughter-in-law buy a property in the county. Although I contributed the funds, the name of my son and daughter-in-law was written on the real estate certificate, and I did this in the hope that my daughter-in-law could move to the county seat with my son more smoothly, away from that complicated compound, so that they could live a more comfortable life.
It happened that my daughter-in-law was pregnant, and as a mother-in-law, I naturally had to take on the responsibility of taking care of her. In addition to housework, I also have to take care of my daughter-in-law's daily life. My daughter-in-law has a weird temper and is not easy to get along with, but she is polite to me, so I sometimes let her a little bit, and there is no big problem.
With my daughter-in-law giving birth to a baby, my life is not only about taking care of the child, but also taking on the responsibility of taking care of the grandchildren. The days gradually became a little depressing, but my son and daughter-in-law always seemed to quarrel over some trivial things, which upset me, and my grandson was also affected by this atmosphere and cried incessantly. Although I tried to persuade me, they treated me as light as smoke, my daughter-in-law looked at me with cold eyes, and my son would even push me away stiffly.
In the first six months of the child's life, the son and daughter-in-law often argued over trivial matters. After a long time, although they no longer quarreled over trivial matters, the daughter-in-law's family began to frequently ask for money, asking her daughter-in-law for money every three days, and she asked her son for money. Originally, the financial pressure of the family fell on the son alone, and coupled with these requirements, the quarrels in the family came and went.
I felt sympathy for my son's plight, and in order to appease the anger of my daughter-in-law and her family, I often paid out of my own pocket in the hope of exchanging money for family harmony. Although I don't have a fixed pension, I do have some savings. Some of the private money left after selling the house can support it for a while. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sustain such a drain. Still, I had no choice but to buy temporary peace with money.
Over time, I gradually adapted to this life: I became accustomed to the unreasonable demands of my daughter-in-law's family, to the arrogant attitude of my daughter-in-law, and to the submission and compromise of my son. He is a person with a weak personality who appears powerless in the face of love and life. I feel extremely helpless about my son's situation.
He decided to marry his daughter-in-law and moved to a strange place, without taking care of me, an elderly mother. Not only that, but he insisted that I move in with him. I don't want to say anything more, life is full of unsatisfactory things. But what makes me feel even more sad is that I used to think that my son and I were on the same page, facing all the challenges and difficulties of life together.
In fact, it seems that my son really doesn't respect me. Despite all the problems of his wife, daughter-in-law's family, and her brother-in-law, my son happily stayed close to them, ignoring me, a mother who always cared about him. Sometimes, he even deliberately spoke ill of me in front of them, as if he would win them over in this way.
But did he really win their favor? Even so, so what? They still don't take their son seriously. I saw it in my eyes and was anxious in my heart, and I wanted to open my mouth to persuade him, but I found myself speechless. After all, I can't even guarantee my own happiness, so how can I guarantee my son's happiness.
The grandson grows more and more like his mother, or more like his mother's brother. Although he was young, he was very mischievous and always ran around. When he goes out to play with other children, he either hits people or steals other people's things. It made me feel very tired. When he finally went to kindergarten, I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief, but I found that the situation was still not good, and I often had to go to the kindergarten to apologize to other parents. When I went home, I had to endure my daughter-in-law's reproach, saying that I had taught the child badly.
Since my grandson started kindergarten, the family's expenses have increased day by day, and I have had to go out and find a job to make ends meet. In this small county town that I was not familiar with, I was confused and didn't know how to find a job. Eventually, he found a job as a waitress at a ramen restaurant, but was quickly dissuaded because he couldn't understand the local dialect.
Later, I got a job at a nearby barbecue restaurant, and although the pay was not high, at least I didn't have to deal with people too much, and I only had to do some chores. However, the local boss always used me as a foreigner, not only often deducted my salary unreasonably, but even fired me for no reason, and did not give me the rest of my salary.
When I wanted my son to help with it, he waved his hand and looked like he was too busy. I had no choice but to figure it out on my own. Before he stepped into the store, he was kicked out by the boss, and he shouted angrily: "You are embarrassed to ask for a salary, I don't ask you to settle accounts, even if I am cheaper for you." ”
I couldn't do anything about it, and it was over. This experience made me shy away from looking for a job and would rather stay at home. I do all the chores at home and try my best to keep myself busy. But my daughter-in-law always sneered, saying that I was not yet old enough to retire, but I was idle all day. Seeing that my son was indifferent, I could only be silent, after all, I married into this family, and it became the norm to endure some grievances.
Usually when I'm home alone, I still feel a little relaxed. But as soon as the son and daughter-in-law returned, the atmosphere at home became tense. As soon as the grandson returned, the house was even more chaotic, and depression and disharmony filled every corner. Several times I wanted to go back to my hometown in the north, but I hesitated to leave my son here alone.
Every festival, I'm very scared. My son and daughter-in-law are going back to their parents' house, and I feel lonely at home alone, and I am even more unhappy to go to my in-laws' house. Although the in-laws and couples are not highly educated, their ability to torture people is really not small. Before eating, my mother-in-law always asked me to help with cooking, and I had to wash dishes and clothes afterwards.
The environment in which I live is quite simple. The locals all live in newly built houses, and I can only live in an old house next door. The walls of the house were all black, and even the windows would leak at night. The summer is bearable, but in the winter it is really hard. In the end, I decided not to go there again, so as not to bother myself. But occasionally, I can't go, as if they want me to go just to see me suffer.
However, no matter how many difficulties I encountered, I was able to stay strong. In fact, it's not that bad. Although my son is a little timid, he still cares about me and will give me some money in private to buy nutrition and other things. My grandson, though naughty, is also quite filial and sometimes pours me a glass of water.
I may be too soft-hearted. No matter what they do that upsets me, as long as they treat me a little kinder, I will immediately forget my previous grievances and even feel very grateful. I know this may not be right, but after all, after so many years, I have endured countless grievances, and it seems that the rest of my life may only be spent like this.
As time went by, my son and daughter-in-law behaved more and more excessively. They put pressure on me without any scruples, scolding me when I was busy, not letting me go when I was free, and even finding fault with some small things. Luckily, every time they scolded me, they would treat me well for a few days. But it was always capricious, and I was really exhausted.
What saddens me the most is that my grandson is also following their example and becoming more and more disrespectful to me. I remember one time, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and my grandson was eating plums on the coffee table. I looked at him and thought it was cute, so I whispered to my grandson, "Give grandma one".
My grandson was so much this time that he picked up the plum and threw it in my face, hitting me right in the eye, and I couldn't help but gasp in pain, while my son and daughter-in-law were laughing on the side. This incident made me sober up and realize that I should no longer meddle in my affairs in the future, and it is not easy to live peacefully in this family.
Lately I've been getting into deep thoughts, I've become irritable, and I've often walked around aimlessly, sometimes for hours, until my feet hurt and I didn't even notice it. Maybe it's because I've accumulated too much anxiety and irritability.
Even though life is so hard, it still doesn't let me go. One afternoon, when I was about to cook, I noticed that the gas stove was malfunctioning, and I had no choice but to cook it. When my son came back, he saw that the dining table was empty, and after listening to my explanation, he frowned and went to buy some snacks and came back, and his daughter-in-law ordered takeout, and everyone gathered in the living room to prepare some snacks to fight hunger.
Although I bought a lot of snacks, I couldn't get used to eating instant noodles and spicy noodles. Later, I found out that there were chicken legs, and I couldn't help but open it and eat it. Just as I was halfway through eating, my grandson suddenly shouted, "Who allowed you to eat chicken legs, you can't eat them, that's mine!" "I didn't pay attention, but my grandson rushed up and pulled my hair hard.
At that moment, I was furious and pushed my grandson away. Not to be outdone, my grandson rushed up and tried to hit me, while my son and daughter-in-law laughed loudly. I was shocked by their laughter, and my grandson seemed encouraged to be even more frantically violent towards me. I was so angry that I stood up and gave my grandson a resounding slap.
My daughter-in-law screamed like crazy and rushed up to make a move, but although my son pulled her, the words in his mouth were extremely ugly and kept scolding me. Instead of dodging, I held my head high and watched indifferently as they quarreled. At that moment, the grandson's crying, the daughter-in-law's angry scolding, and the son's reprimand were like a chaotic ** meeting.
Without saying a word, I went back to my room, took out the black backpack I had brought with me when I first arrived, and hurriedly packed some clothes and necessities. I don't have much luggage, just this one backpack. After tidying up, I resolutely left and decided to return to my hometown in the north.
As soon as I walked out of the building door, my mobile phone rang, and I saw that it was my son calling. I thought he was here to persuade me, but I didn't expect to be a severe reprimand after connecting the **, I hung up directly and walked silently to the bus station. Not long after walking, it started to rain and it gradually darkened. I didn't have an umbrella with me, so I had to brave the drizzle and walk forward step by step, as I always did.
Going so late**? It was as if I heard the black backpack asking me. I replied with a wry smile, "Go home." Then he said, "Go, and I will accompany you." "At that moment, I burst into tears. I have left everything for the sake of my son, and I have abandoned everything for the sake of leaving. However, the only thing that has always been by my side is this black backpack. Isn't that a sadness?