I think domestic violence is the most disgusting. None of them. Suddenly I feel that I may not get married in this life (fear of marriage) and may never have a home again.
I am a child from an ordinary mountain village in 1993. My mother couldn't stand domestic violence when I was eight and a half years old, so she jumped into the river and left. I remember that morning, my mother told me that I put the money under the table and bought whatever I wanted.
My mother is gone, and my father goes out to work. Other children eat, drink and have fun, but I take on a family. I live alone at home, go to school during the day, finish my homework after school, and carry a hoe to work in the field.
At that time, I always thought it would be great to go to junior high school. The facts were indeed even more cruel. In the boarding school of junior high school, the living expenses of the students were basically around 30 yuan, but I only had myself and had to bear the expenses of the family. I only had one or two yuan a week, and when I was the poorest, I only had 50 cents. I made a big bottle of water bottle for 30 cents. I couldn’t afford two pots of water for 5 cents a week. When I saw my classmates buying snacks, I could only envy them, and I could only envy them for a good pen and notebook.
The classmates stayed for a week, and parents came to deliver food on Wednesdays. I waited for three years and didn’t wait for anything. At that time, I was very inferior and most afraid of others talking about my mother. My mother was the most afraid of others talking about me. I don’t have a mother. I like to sit alone under the tree in the playground after evening self-study.
But I'm still working hard. I got into three high schools in high school, but my father said, don't go to it, my family has no money to support you. (In my first year of junior high school, my father found an aunt outside and took a daughter. It's the best for her. They have been living outside). I tore the admission books of the three high schools in front of my mother's grave.
Later, I went out to work alone. Through my own efforts, I bought a house with a mortgage. As a result, I kept the mobile phone number in the house. (He found the salesperson to change it himself). I will always remember that on New Year's Eve, I was working overtime and forgot to pay back the mortgage. He received a text message and sent me a message asking me to get a mortgage!
Since I tore the notice, I have never celebrated the New Year. In the past ten years, I have been celebrating the New Year alone. Now I have become one of the higher people in the mouths of others. However, this seems not the life I want. Now I live a wonderful life than anyone else and live better than my classmates before. I dare say that what I play, use, eat, and drink are not much better than them.
And I want to tell Toutiao friends that cultivation has nothing to do with education, and education has nothing to do with family. No matter what, no matter how difficult it is, you must be worthy of the heaven, the earth, and the people around you. What kind of path you want is your own choice, and never blame anyone. Here, I have found happiness. Come on, friends of Toutiao.
