My dad is a door-to-door son-in-law. From the time I can remember, my dad is like Superman, able to solve everything from big to small in the family.
I live with my grandparents, mom and dad. Normally, they should be called grandma and grandpa, but my mom said that because my dad is a parent, I should call them grandpa and grandma.
I asked curiously, what about my grandma, my mother always said they were dead. I know this is not the truth. I noticed that whenever this happens, Dad's face is always ugly, but he didn't say anything.
Dad is busy from morning to night, whether it is washing, cooking or cleaning the room, no one else is involved in the big and small tasks at home, only my dad does it himself. He wakes up at five o'clock every day and can rest at twelve o'clock in the evening, but he is never late, and he is more punctual and dedicated than Superman.
Even so, my mother would still complain that my father had trouble with get off work when he came back from work, either the floor was dirty or the clothes were pleated. Grandparents also talked to each other nearby, saying that when they woke up in the morning, it was like seeing the Sangmen God, without a smile every day, but with a drooping face.
At that time, I was young and I didn’t know what the God of Zangmen was. I just knew God would be very powerful.
As I thought, I think Dad is a superman, and they think Dad is a god.
This day our family had a meal, because today is my mother’s birthday, so my father made a lot of delicious food, some my mother loves to eat, some I love to eat, and my grandparents love food.
Mother came back very late that day. The whole family was waiting for her to come back for dinner. My father made a lot of phone calls and my mother did not answer. There is no other way but to let us eat first, and heat the dishes my mother likes in the pot. I am not very happy, because my mother likes to eat and I like to eat.
Grandpa and grandma finished eating soon, and grandma, as usual, said that Dad did not taste cooking. Grandpa also said that Dad’s cooking is too salty and unhealthy to eat. He probably hopes that he will die from high blood pressure.
I don't understand why a dish can be eaten salty by one person and bland by one person. I tasted it and it felt right, so strange.
Dad didn't speak as usual, but accompanied the smiling face to say that he would pay attention next time.
Mom didn't come until late at night. I was already asleep at the time, and I heard what my grandma said the next day. When my grandma was eating breakfast the next day, she asked me in front of everyone, who did my parents divorce me. I see Dad's face is difficult to look.
"Why divorce? What is divorce?" I don't know how to ask.
"Divorce means that your father and mother have to separate. You must choose one." Grandpa said.
I didn't make a choice, I cried miserably. Dad sighed helplessly.
Grandma said: "I said you can't live without, who are you worthy of leaving? If it weren't for us to take you in, you can have the clothes and food you are today? Don't be the picky ones. Doing a bit of work can exhaust you!
"That's it, a big man, just divorce this little thing, so you can't be more generous." My grandfather said.
"I know it’s not right to lose my temper with you when I came back yesterday night, but you know that I lost weight and cooked so many greasy dishes for me. Besides, I have to socialize, but it’s not sincere. You can’t just because of this. Forgive me? Are you someone out there?" My mother got more and more excited. The bowl was smashed by her, and the cry I had stopped was even higher.
My dad didn’t speak, his face flushed, and finally he sighed heavily and quietly packed the dishes. I don’t know what it means. I just sobbed and asked dad, "Dad, are you? Do you want to leave?"
Dad's hand paused, and he smiled reluctantly and said to me, "I won't leave."
This happens occasionally. I have grown up and know what divorce means.
I was very rebellious at the time, and I also listened to the slander of my grandparents and mother.I thought that my father might be someone outside and didn't want this home anymore. He didn't even doubt it at the time.
Think carefully about how it is possible? From morning till night, there are two supervisors gesturing around. The only place where I can stay alone for a while is the toilet. How come there are people outside? Thinking about it now, I'm still very upset.
When I go to college, I only go home during the Chinese New Year. I don't like the atmosphere at home, so I do part-time work to make money.
When I went home for the Chinese New Year this year, I found that my father, who was less than 50 years old, had a gully face and a camel back. His hair was white and he looked like 70.
Recalling how my grandparents and mother treated my father, I took my father's rough and slender hand and said firmly to him: "Dad, let's get divorced! We can't do it anymore."
My father watched in amazement. I seemed to see my distress for him, and I felt a little relieved and reluctant, but in the end I decided to hold a family meeting to discuss the divorce again.
Same as in previous years, every time at this time, my father would always say that he didn't want anything and paid alimony on time, as long as he was allowed to leave.
But even for such a humble reason, they still disagree, and they are still in the back of their father's ungratefulness and do not care about kindness.
This time I stand firmly on my father’s side and tell them that if they don’t agree to the divorce, they will go to the court to file a lawsuit. Anyway, they will get divorced, and I grow up and don’t need you to decide. Who am I with.
Grandparents and mother were shocked when they heard what I said. My mother even threw the teacup directly on his father's head, beat his head to blood, and shouted hoarsely: "It's all you mourners! You! It’s okay to pour him some Ecstasy! I tell you, if you want to get a divorce, you just leave me naked, you can’t take everything away, I gave it to him!”
I was also angry, and They had nothing to communicate with. I covered my father's wound, took my father to the hospital amid their insults, and had six stitches on his head.
I used the pocket money I saved and the money I earned from my part-time job to find a place for my father to stay temporarily.A house that leaks wind in winter and rain in summer.
But even so, there was a rare smile on his father's face.
After the Chinese New Year, I took my father to sue my mother. Under the testimony of my eyewitness, my father's lawsuit was won.
not only has to liquidate the existing assets in half, but also let me choose who I will be with.
Originally, I couldn't bear it, but in court, my mother accused my father of ungratefulness, and even accused me of eating inside and out.
I said in court angrily that since I was sensible, she hadn’t taken me for a day since she went out early and returned late. I was her toy. If I wanted to play with it, I would be annoyed to see me when I didn’t want to play. .
Regardless of life, spirit, academics, everything, she has never taken care of me, for me she is not worthy to be called a mother.
As for the grandparents, apart from accusing or chewing their tongues there, they will not give any help at all. I also grew up in their insults. Except for my father, no one is really good to myself.
Mother doesn't think it is wrong. She thinks that if it is not because of her work, who should bear the daily expenses at home? But she didn't expect that she could go out and make money with confidence. Wasn't it because her father kept the house in good order?
I don't want to argue with her. If she can repent one day, I'm still willing to let my father live with her. After all, my father is not too young.
But if she continues to be obsessed, now my father also has some savings, I don't mind changing myself to a mother at all!
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