My mother cheated on me. The person I cheated on was my uncle. It was shocking and painful when I first discovered it, but I still chose to hide it. I don’t want to pierce the facade of this family’s harmony.
The first time I felt something was wrong was during the Chinese New Year this year. My uncle came to visit our house twice. My parents and the three of them chatted together. My mother showed off the cake she made with a happy face and wanted my uncle to try a piece.
My dad should know, he should feel it. After seeing my uncle off, my mother even pretended to complain to me, asking why she came to our house if she had nothing to do.
Later, my mother drank too much at night. She must have drank a lot of bars. She was lying on the bed in the cabin without turning on the light. I heard that painful sigh, and when I went to see her, I found out that she had drunk too much.
I wanted to take care of her, but when I saw her lying on the bed in a dark room, shedding tears silently, I held her hand at a loss and cried heartbrokenly.
I said, Mom, what’s wrong with you? Tell me, did I make you angry?
I sat next to her for more than half an hour, comforting her, keeping her company, pouring her a glass of water and placing it on the windowsill.
After wiping her tears, my mother said, "Go to bed quickly. What does it have to do with you? Just go to sleep. I'm fine."
From that day on, I was even more sure that something was wrong. The next day, when my mother wasn’t paying attention, I looked at her WeChat and her chat history with that man. There were all kinds of bad relationships. Let’s break it off, etc. . It seems we had a quarrel yesterday. I thought it would break off, but it didn't.
Another half month later, my mother would hide in her room and make phone calls after dinner every day. The voice was so loud that I could even hear the voice of the man on the phone. Yes, it was my uncle.
It turned out that he was hospitalized. In the evening, his family members left, so we could talk on the phone. During the day, during dinner, my mother still said casually, "Your uncle is hospitalized." My face turned dark immediately and I said it had nothing to do with me.
They would call each other in the evenings of those few days. One day, my mother drank too much and called him coquettishly, asking if he and my aunt had sex. Her tone was like that of a little girl in love. I hid in the room and listened, but I couldn't tell what it felt like.
The most troublesome thing later was that I met him twice at home and my mother took him back. One night, my mother drank too much and went out to look for that man. After a long time, he sent my mother back.
The footsteps were double, and the door to my room was not closed that day. My mother saw the man and pushed the man away quickly, came over and closed my door, then turned and left.
Later, she fell asleep by herself in a room. I heard her sighing in pain after drinking too much wine at night. I even went to cover her with a quilt once, but she was sleeping alone.
Another time in the morning, my mother asked my father to go to my second grandfather’s house to pick some beans for lunch. I usually get up at noon. I had to go out for something that day, so I got up relatively early. I just left the room and wanted to go to the toilet. I heard my dad leaving, so I only wore a top and underwear.
As soon as I went out, I ran into my mother and that man entering my house. My mother still pushed him out. I was stunned on the spot. For one second or two seconds, I didn't dare to raise my head. I turned around and walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and continued to be in a daze. Listening to my own heartbeat, my mother came over and asked me what I was looking for. I didn't say anything, just took out a plate of chicken and warmed it in the microwave.
She turned around and left. I went to the bathroom, and then returned to my room. I heard the microwave was heating up and beeping once. I didn't want to pick it up, so I let it ring once, twice, three times...
Mother's cheating is a complicated matter between adults, and it is indeed very harmful to children. I went back and forth over many possibilities and finally realized there was nothing I could do.
Maybe I can chat with my mother on WeChat, maybe I will continue to pretend not to know, or maybe I will separate and live on my own after working, and the development of things will push people away. This kind of pain rooted in our hearts still needs to be digested by ourselves and try to minimize the impact of this incident on our lives, mate selection, and psychology.
Later, my aunt got cancer . She had undergone surgery and was undergoing chemotherapy. Family ties have nothing to do with it.
Because I know how many people this thing will bring pain to, I have to be stricter with myself not to do such things and not to be the person who brings pain to others that they would not otherwise have.
I wish children in the same situation as me to grow up healthily, have stable temperaments, and live a smooth life.
