That year you opposed me marrying far away, but I insisted resolutely. You agreed with anger and disappointment! Over the years, apart from the occasional contact with my mother, it was only a few words, and I couldn't hear much emotion. At first, I could hear longing for her, but over time, I also felt alienated! There are many brothers and sisters, but he is the one who is ignored at home, and when he marries far away, he has no affection.
My father, brothers and sisters seemed to have completely forgotten about me and almost never contacted me unless there was a need, but this kind of thing is very rare in my memory. Every time they go back to their parents' home, they don't pay much attention to her, or even don't want to pay attention to her. Their eyes look down on her with contempt and sigh.
Before we got married, my second sister once said, as long as you listen to your parents’ arrangements and marry what your parents like, you will be grateful to us for holding you back in the future. Marrying in a place like that doesn’t have as much development as us. This is a good place, you will definitely regret it! Unknowingly, I have been here for 7 years. Although my living conditions are average, I am living my own growth and sticking to the path I have chosen. There will definitely be times when I feel sad and painful, but whether I am marrying far away or working hard outside, , they only want to report good news but not bad news!
No one in the family will let you complain. Everything is your own choice, and you have to bear the good or the bad! Although I have never regretted it, the attitude of my parents, brothers and sisters has made me want to go back to my home that I originally missed. Every time I go back, my family has the look on their face that they want you to leave quickly, except for my mother. , but my heart is getting colder and colder!
I have always been a good girl, but they never dreamed that I would be so stubborn and completely disobedient when it comes to life-long matters. I would go from ignoring them to earnestly trying to change my mind and finally give up completely. From then on, in the eyes of my parents, I must have been dead in their hearts! My mother, brothers and sisters all obeyed my father. My father's attitude made them understand that I was dead in his heart, so they naturally did not want me to exist!
I figured out that as long as I live my own life, as long as my mother is willing to take care of me, other people, even relatives whose blood is thicker than water, have little relevance in my life. Don't worry about people who don't care about you. Just do your best and honor your parents!
As the end of the year approaches, I happen to have an injured waist, and the epidemic situation is also rebounding, so I will definitely not be able to go to my parents’ house for the New Year. When I sent the souvenirs home yesterday, I discovered that I, who had been familiar with my father's number since I was a child, actually missed a digit.
It's obviously the same hometown dialect, but the difference between the two is just a little pronunciation, but I can't understand my brother and my brother's words more and more. I'm used to talking softly here, while people from my parents' family speak fast and loudly. I have to say, marrying far away. I am becoming more and more integrated here!