As soon as my father left home to go to work, my mother slapped me hard. She scolded angrily: "You learned to seduce people at a young age, shameless vixen." "Whenever I was close to my father, she would speak ill of me.
She deliberately made the food hard to swallow and made me hungry and thin. She even my grandmother to death, and my father decided to divorce her. Faced with the threat of divorce, she threatened me with me, claiming that if I divorced, she would take me to jump off the roof.
The first time I remember being beaten was when my father hugged me and asked me to kiss him before he left for work. After my father left, my mother slapped me in the face at the age of two, angrily scolding me for "learning to seduce people at a young age, shameless vixen". I cried so hard that my mother took me to the hospital until I almost suffocated. The doctor told the mother in all seriousness that it was normal for the child to cry, but not for too long, otherwise it would be life-threatening. The mother was unimpressed, muttering that she had never seen a child cry and died. The doctor emphasized the importance of scientific parenting.
After a few mornings of being slapped in the face by my mother, I seemed to understand that I couldn't get close to my father. Whenever he hugged me, I cried. My father complained to my mother about why I was no longer close to him. The mother said coldly: "They all say that the daughter is here to collect debts, but you still don't believe it." ”
I've always been thin and didn't have much desire for food. Other people's lives always seem to revolve around the dinner table, and for me, eating is just about staying alive. My mother wasn't very good at cooking, she almost never used any spices. For each dish, as long as it can be boiled in water, she chooses to boil it, even if it is a stir-fry, she just sprinkles a little salt to taste. I had ignorantly asked her if I could try adding some other seasonings, but she came to me with a shovel and angrily rebuked, "Just know how to eat, eat and eat!" "I was knocked to the ground and sat on the ground in pain, not understanding what I had done wrong again.
My father used to look at my thin body with concern, and he said worriedly that my four-year-old was not as tall as other people's two-year-olds. However, my mother always frowned with disgust on her face and said, "Look at her, every time she eats, it looks like she wants her life, how can she grow taller like this?" "She complained about the hard work she had to cook for me every day, and I always stopped eating a few bites. She complained that she didn't know what she owed me in her previous life to meet a debt collector like me. My father sighed helplessly, he couldn't do anything about me.
Usually, my mother and I eat quite a simple diet, mostly vegetarian dishes. Her dishes are always bitter, which makes me always think that vegetarian dishes with leaves are bitter. However, she would always cook meat dishes for her father when he came home from work, lying that she and I had eaten it in advance, and he was the only one who enjoyed it. Once, my father came home from work early and found that there was only one vegetarian dish on my table with my mother. My mother's emotions suddenly exploded, and she angrily accused me of not eating much, and she was tired every day after work, and the two of us just coping with it. She also blamed the doctor for saying that I should have a balanced nutrition and eat more vegetables to supplement vitamins, but I just wanted me to take more vitamins.
The father has a gentle personality and has always comforted the mother. My mother brought out the ribs that I had made for my father, and he fed me a piece. Under my mother's resentful gaze, I barely ate a piece and immediately threw it up because I was afraid of eating meat. The first time I felt the smell of meat was at my grandmother's house, and I had never tasted meat before, as if I had tasted the taste of the world. I ate a pot of meat in one go, but I broke my stomach because I ate too much and ended up in the hospital.
My father said to my mother, "I seem to like meat very much, so how can I say that I don't like it?" Under my mother's vicious eyes, I felt a chill run down my back. Every time she looked at me like that, I knew I was going to get beaten. Sure enough, my mother made me a ** undercooked meat, and I could smell a fishy smell from a distance, which made me want to vomit. My mother pressed me to the table and forced me to eat. She picked up a piece of ribs and stuffed it into my mouth, and the chopsticks cut through the inner wall of my mouth, and my mouth was full of blood. The mother smiled gloomily: "Let's see if you dare to eat meat in the future!" "Since then, I have never dared to touch meat again. Every time she saw me throwing up, my mother always gloated and said, "Look, it's a waste to feed her." ”
Under the influence of my mother's extreme emotional instability, I became reticent. In kindergarten, I was loved by my teachers. Once, the teacher rewarded me with a small cake. Seeing that I hadn't eaten it, she asked me if I didn't like it. I shook my head and whispered that I wanted to take it back to my mother. The teacher gently rubbed my head and gave me another piece.
On that day, the sweetness of the cake melted in the mouth, the sky was exceptionally blue, and the aroma of osmanthus was fragrant. When I came home in the evening, I excitedly offered my cake to my mother, instinctively trying to please her. But her expression suddenly became **, and she questioned me about the origin of the cake. After I answered truthfully, she came to the kindergarten the next day and confronted the teacher who gave me the cake in public.
Do you know that my child has a bad stomach? How do you give her something to eat at will? Is your teaching certificate really what you got into? Didn't you come out of the relationship! She reprimanded loudly, and the teacher's face turned pale, tears swirled in her eyes, and she trembled with anger. The people around me were watching, and I wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into, and I didn't dare to look into the teacher's eyes.
Mom, please don't say it. I cried and pulled her, but she called me a "white-eyed wolf with an elbow turned out."
After that incident, I felt guilty about the teacher because she quit her job so quickly. Since then, the kindergarten teachers have not dared to treat me well and treat me as air. The other children didn't dare to play with me, and their parents told them that they couldn't afford to pay if I got hurt.
In kindergarten, the little ones have beautiful little dresses and dolls. The doll has big eyes and long eyelashes. There was a news report on TV about a woman being **, and my mother said disdainfully: "It's not self-inflicted, isn't it just to show men?" ”
I didn't understand the meaning of these words at the time, but I begged my mother to buy me little dresses and dolls. She suddenly became **, pushed me to the ground, and said that I wanted to seduce men at such a young age, shameless. She also said that the women who were targeted were because they didn't know how to protect themselves. She warned me that if I wanted to be a mother at such a young age, I might have children with someone else before I finished my studies in the future.
Her eyes were filled with disgust. On the same day, she took me to get my hair cut, leaving only an ugly mushroom head. I have a yellow face and thin muscles, and with this hairstyle, the children call me "ugly". I went home crying and wanted my mom to take me to get my hair cut again, even if I had to be beaten. But this time, my mother hugged me and cried together, saying that she was also for my good, and the society was complicated, and she was willing to accompany me to cut the same hairstyle.
Dad came back from work and comforted me that my mom was doing it for my own good, and my hair would grow back soon. Since then, "Ugly Eight" has become my new name.
When I entered elementary school, I was still slender and short, as if I was still in kindergarten. My grandmother was deeply distressed by my thin appearance, expressed her dissatisfaction with the way my mother raised her children, and offered to take me to live with her for a while so that she could take better care of me. Although Mom was hesitant at first, Dad thought that Grandma might feel lonely living alone, and that having me by her side would make her happier. At the same time, it also allows mom to get some rest.
So, I moved to my grandmother's house full of joy. There, I no longer have to eat those bland dishes, and every meal is a culinary journey for me. What's more, my dad would visit me every day and play with me patiently. At my grandmother's house, my dad would lift me up in the air and prick me with his rough stubble, and I wouldn't have to worry about my mom scolding me anymore.
However, sometimes Dad stayed at Grandma's house for too long, and Grandma would urge him to come home early. She always said: "You also know Xiaoli's character, if you stay with me for too long, she will say that I haven't taught you well." Dad would respond: "Mom, the atmosphere at home is too heavy, only I can relax a little bit when I am here, and I don't want to go back so early." ”
Every weekend, I would wait with anticipation for my dad to take me to the amusement park. When we get tired of playing, we can always smell a large table of delicious food prepared for us by my grandmother. At the dinner table, I would tell my grandmother about the happy times at the amusement park, and she would always look at me kindly with a happy smile on her face.
However, once the doorbell rang and the grandmother went to open the door. I heard her say, "Sisi is growing her body, so she needs to eat more meat." Then, I smelled the familiar aroma of braised pork. I writhed excitedly, and was about to taste this delicious meal when I suddenly saw my mother standing behind my father. At that moment, an inexplicable fear and uneasiness welled up in my heart.
I was shaking and the food in my mouth seemed to be hard to swallow. I hung my head down, too weak to look directly at my mother's gloomy face. She said sarcastically, "It's getting later and later to go home every day, and it's all here." Grandma behaved cautiously in front of her, for fear of upsetting her, and quickly asked if they wanted to eat together. Dad also went back to invite Mom to join her, but she coldly refused.
Suddenly, my mother's emotions exploded, and she yelled at her grandmother, accusing her of pretending, and saying that it was wrong for her father to run to her grandmother's house often after getting married. Her voice grew louder and louder, attracting onlookers from her neighbors. Dad's face turned pale, and he slammed his chopsticks and angrily retorted to Mom. The scene was very chaotic for a while, and my mother stood at the door crying and howling, saying that my father and grandmother had teamed up to bully her.
My grandmother wept because of my mother's words, and I cried heartbreakingly, shouting for them to stop fighting. However, no one paid any attention to me. In the confusion, my mother actually pushed my grandmother down the stairs. I rushed to my grandmother and called out to her, and the neighbors around me screamed.
Dad and the neighbors rushed my grandmother to the hospital, but I was too young to be taken there. I didn't dare to sleep all night, and all I could think of was my grandmother lying on the ground in pain. From time to time, I looked at the door, expecting them to come back soon. The next day, however, they brought back the remains of their grandmother.
Grandma was gone, and she could no longer touch my head and lovingly asked me what I wanted to eat today. In the process of dealing with my grandmother's funeral, my father and mother still quarreled endlessly, and I didn't take my feelings into account at all. They said my grandmother was lying in that big black box, but I could no longer see her loving face. In the end, after dealing with his grandmother's funeral, his father threw down the sentence "divorce" and lived in the dormitory.
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