My parents quarreled all my life, and three years after my father left, my mother couldn't stand it
Three years have passed since my father's death, and it is customary to commemorate his third anniversary. One spring four years ago, my father still got up early and went into the yard. At that time, I told him in advance that he would probably be home to see them in a few days. However, my mother later recounted that my father wanted to buy tofu early that morning and was going to wait for me to come home to enjoy it, but he fell in the yard and couldn't breathe after a few convulsions. The mother was frightened and hurriedly called the village doctor, but unfortunately it was an afterthought, and the father died silently, leaving no one a chance to say goodbye.
I went home first, and then my eldest brother and others rushed back one after another. As soon as I stepped through the door, I saw my mother being helped out of the west room, her eyes were red, she held back her emotions, she tried not to let the tears flow, tried to control herself, but still said: "Son, your father is gone, he left in the morning, and now he is lying in the house, go and see." ”
After saying that, the mother's tears began to roll. I tried to restrain my emotions and not let the tears flow, because I knew that the next few days would be a "tough battle" that I would need to deal with with my big brother. Now is not the time to cry. Looking back, I feel very sad in my heart, my parents have been quarreling all my life, but I didn't expect that three years after my father left, my mother's body gradually collapsed, and she was about to be unbearable.
I don't know what the relationship between other people's parents is, but in my memory, my parents have been arguing, constantly arguing, and even before dawn all night, my father was lying in the bed and smoking, and I woke up my mother from the bed next to me, and the two smoked cigarettes and started a day's quarrel in the bed.
As for the reason and content of the quarrel, it is no longer important, the important thing is that they do not admit defeat to each other, and whoever has the slightest upper hand in the atmosphere must suppress the other party. Every morning, the neighbors would eat in front of their homes with bowls, and when they saw my parents coming out to eat, they would always laugh and say, "We started arguing again today?" Why? ”
I don't know, and neither does Big Brother.
The eldest sister told me that they seemed destined to be incompatible, starting when she was a child, not in the last three or five years. Although when the eldest sister was a child, everyone didn't have much time to quarrel because of their busy livelihoods, and only when they finished their work or encountered problems, the two would quarrel, but they were not frequent, similar to ordinary families.
No one thought that as we grew older, my eldest brother and I would start a family, especially when my eldest brother had a little grandson, so it stands to reason that they should be more stable, but I didn't expect the quarrel to be more intense.
We have five siblings in our family, and I am the fifth oldest child. For as long as I can remember, my family has been very mediocre.
However, every time she cleaned up the leftovers, my mother was always distressed and ate the leftovers.
My father often scolded my mother, saying that she was unproductive, that she was too frugal, and that she still cooks so much and eats leftovers. As soon as he saw a pot full of leftovers, his father became furious and scolded his mother.
It's really hard to talk about the words, and I'm worried that I might not pass the review if I write it, so I've cut it down slightly. Readers can make up for themselves, it's a bad word that you have never heard in your life, and your father said it directly to your mother at the time.
The eldest sister always defended, saying that her mother was for our good, recalling the hardships when she was a child, and thinking that now she has food to eat, her mother is also relieved, and she has developed the habit of doing more when cooking, even if she can't finish eating, her mood is also happy. It's just that it does cause waste.
The eldest sister and the second sister both got married, and the third sister couldn't stand the atmosphere at home, so she resolutely married to a province far away, and she didn't go back to her hometown for several years.
The eldest brother also went out to work.
I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to go to school.
At that time, there were frequent power outages in the house, so my mother lit a kerosene lamp for me, and I sat under the small table to do my homework, while my mother was busy sewing clothes or doing some needlework.
In the depths of winter, every family began to be busy, our village mainly sells cabbage, every year my parents will pull cabbage to the market to sell, but my father's legs and feet are inconvenient, every time it is quite difficult.
Even though I had calmed down a lot, I was still uneasy and eventually picked up my child. In this way, only the second elder is left in his hometown.
The days flew by, and in an instant we all grew up, and our parents grew old. I was surprised to see that their hair had turned gray and their waists had bent a lot. Although the temper of the parents is no longer as violent as when they were younger, there are still occasional quarrels.
In the past, I quarreled because I farmed, but now I quarrel because I don't want to farm; I used to quarrel because I didn't have food at home, but now I quarrel because I cook a lot or don't do it well.
Sometimes I think, why did they get married, why did they have five children? If it were me, I might not want to put up with it anymore.
However, not to mention that they have children, they also have grandchildren, and they will soon have great-grandchildren.
We were often out and about, and like most wanderers, we only went home to see our parents during the Chinese New Year. Due to the advanced age of my parents, my eldest brother and I would go back several days in advance every time we went home for the Chinese New Year to spend the festive season with them.
In recent years, my father's leg has been suffering terribly. According to the previous situation, his temper should have been very short-tempered, but now he is much better and seems to accept the reality.
Every day I take care of each other at home with my mother, and my life is quite passable. My eldest sister and I are working in the field, which makes people feel a little relieved.
However, the unexpected struck.
That spring, I told a time that I would go home to see my parents. They were very happy and couldn't wait for me to come home.
However, that morning, as soon as I got in the car, my family called** and said that my father was gone.
The most palpitating thing outside the door is the sudden**, especially the early in the morning**. Even if it's a distant relative, it will make people's hearts chuckle.
When I picked up, I guessed in my heart, was it sick? Sudden illness? Or do you need to be rushed to the hospital? Short of money?
I thought about many possibilities, but I never thought that it was the person who left.
Speaking of which, my father was only in his seventies at the time, which was not very old in our village. There are still many elderly people over the age of 80 in the village, so why did my father die so suddenly?
I was crying all the way, calling various relatives **, and hurried back to the funeral.
When I got home, I saw my mother being helped out of the West House, her eyes were red, and she was holding back tears.
After the funeral, in order to comfort her mother, the neighbors also teased her: "Your old man is gone, and no one will quarrel with you now." After a lifetime of arguing, it is finally clean! ”
Although what the neighbors said was a joke, it was true, and they did quarrel for a lifetime.
But the strange thing is that since my father left, my mother's whole person has changed, she has lost her strength to speak, and she has lost her lightness when walking. His eyes lost their former brilliance, and he couldn't even say a word to raise his interest.
We left, and before leaving, we also greeted various neighbors, and if there is anything at home, remember to call and tell me in time. The mother smiled and said that she was in good health and that there would be no problems.
In fact, after my father left, my mother continued to grow all kinds of vegetables in the yard, such as beans, cucumbers, garlic, plum beans, etc., as usual. It's just that every time I see her again, I can obviously see that she has lost a lot of weight, as if she has lost all her vitality. My eldest brother and I wanted to take her away, but my mother disagreed, saying that in the past, my father was there, and everyone took care of everything in the house, so my eldest brother and I could work outside with peace of mind. And now that she has lost her father, the threshold of this family has to be supported by her alone.
The value of family reunion is so precious in the village, and it is full of human sophistication.
Although persuasion failed, I decided to go home to visit my mother frequently. Due to the geographical proximity, I would always bring some fresh fruit for my mother, cook some delicious meals for her, and then leave in a hurry. But the mother seems to be fine, just in poor spirits.
Three years ago, my father passed away, my mother was hospitalized twice, and once broke her leg, I went home every day to accompany her for injections; Once her hand was injured, the eldest sister accompanied her to the clinic to bandage. However, during these three years, the mother aged very quickly.
After completing my father's third anniversary, my eldest brother and I once again asked our mother to accompany us.