finally lived the most unwilling way I wanted - a burden
I met my current husband in the second semester of my senior year. After a period of time we finally decided on our relationship. In this way, we had a long-distance relationship for nearly five years. He was a soldier, and I was just a student at the time.
Just like this, I was in love and studied. Everyone said that falling in love would delay my studies, but not only did I not delay my studies, I also did a good job, but I chose the wrong school at that time, wasting my three years of high school time.
University chose a technical secondary school near home to study. My family helped me choose a medical major, but I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t help but say more and welcoming the start of school. The start of military training is the routine of almost every school, and I am quite special. I participated in the military training with injuries, and even my instructors came to ask which company I belonged to!
Just a few days before school started, my high school teacher informed me to go to school to collect personal files. In this way, my father rode on the only transporter at home and took me on a small trip to get files. I was about to arrive at school, but my father and I fell down due to a slippery road in the rain. My big toes, knees and elbows broke. But when I stood up and saw my father, I panicked. I saw my father covering his chest like a ball, rolling far and far away. I didn’t care about my pain and ran to my father immediately. It turned out that it was because my father carried a cell phone on his chest and rolling in his chest with a rolling pain, sweating coldly.
just got the file back like this. I lame at home for a few days and then the school started. My father still took me to report to the new school. He kept accepting new knowledge in the new school and met many friends. Even if he didn't like it, he still had to force himself to like it for the sake of his future life.
Two years have passed in a flash. I ushered in the internship period. I chose the city I once liked, but I was opposed by my parents. But they could not resist me, so I had to agree with my choice. Wherever I learned a lot of books and didn’t mention details, and I grew up a lot, made many local friends, and I could have fun wherever I could.
Happy times are always short. The internship period of just half a year has arrived in a blink of an eye. I had to go back to my original city to get the qualification certificate . Unfortunately, I failed that year with three points, but I did not stop. I found a job in the city clinic and started working slowly. After all, I am not young anymore and can't always be a leniency at home.
I thought my own life would slowly come to me. Unexpectedly, in less than two months, my father called me and my mother suddenly fell seriously ill. My father and I were in the city for a few days. The city had no choice but to transfer to a larger hospital in the province for treatment. At that time, it was my first time to go to the provincial capital. He could only take care of my mother meticulously by the bedside of the hospital. My hospital, hotel, supermarket, and pharmacies were constantly in the hospital. We stayed in the provincial capital hospital for half a month and my mother got better. Some doctors also issued discharge to take medicine for treatment. We took my mother back to my hometown, and I quit my job.
After a while, my mother had not fully recovered from her serious illness this time, and her memory was reduced. My father was illiterate and I prepared the medicine for him. My father and I took care of my mother for more than a month. The parents at home all felt that I should go out to find a job and should not be slapped at home like this. But it was not that I didn’t want to, but it was too difficult at that time. I considered that I must have to ask for money for a few months before I went out to work, but after treatment from the provincial hospital, the family’s savings were almost zero. At this time, I went out to find a job and unconsciously made it worse, and my mother’s illness would recur at any time.
At this moment, I made a decision and explained the reasons to the elders in the family. Finally, I decided to let my father come out to make money to support the family. I was responsible. I took care of my mother's daily life and everything in the family. I took my mother to the hospital countless times. I also worked as a family member for two years and kept asking for money from my father, but the money I asked for was all used for my mother's treatment. My mother's illness came too urgently and was injured. It was completely impossible to recover in a short time.
Just when my mother was about to recover, I made an important decision with him: get married. After meeting and discussing with the elders of both parties, I had no objection, so I set a date for marriage: in early May, because I was pregnant at that time, so I had to hurry up. There was no wedding photo, just taking a simple welcome photo and got married in a hurry. At the end of September of the same year, I gave birth to a baby boy.
He returned to the army before my confinement period ended, and he rushed back to get married. Although he had grievances at that time, thinking about his goodness, those grievances disappeared.
But I feel wronged. After giving birth, I feel bad. Sometimes I feel wronged at night and cry silently. Maybe he never noticed it. I don’t like to live with his parents, but he can’t speak any more. Maybe it’s because he’s been away for many years. He is particularly home-loving. It’s not that he has never found out that I am embarrassed, but he has never remembered it in his heart.
After marriage, I took the child alone. After all, he was not by my side, and as a military wife, who is not like this, but he treats me differently. Since ancient times, there has never been a problem with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and I am the same. I can’t get along with my mother-in-law like mother-in-law. Even if she cries and feels sorry for me when I give birth, or takes care of me during confinement, I can’t do it. It may be my own problem, and I always keep people away.
I have never quarreled with my mother-in-law, unless they did something out of line, I can't help but say a few words to them, but I have never held a hatred for them. Their parenting concept is different from mine, and they always miss it. Sometimes I really can't stand it, but my husband doesn't say anything, which makes me even more angry. But there are more than that. He is a soldier. He is used to being alone and alone. He always imposes his opinions on me, but he always asks me for my opinions and does whatever he wants.
After marriage, I had a child and I had no life for myself. I revolved around the child all day long and lived like a housewife. This kind of life lasted for more than a year. I got a chance to go to work and the opportunity to get along with my parents. Just when the child could clearly call my grandfather, an accident came to my father again. He had a car accident and was treated in the city's intensive care unit for half a month, and finally passed away.
God has never brought good luck to me. Less than half a year after my father passed away, my mother had a boyfriend and took her home. She told me earnestly that the man now is not her good match. Unfortunately, she couldn't listen at that time, and it was difficult to regret it now. Not long after, my husband's health was getting worse and worse. He was not good at it, and now he was even more ineffective.
I lost my job again and returned to my family, but I couldn't get his pity and care. He still insisted on his own way and couldn't change his original style. I gave up everything again for my family. I thought everything would get better as I found a job, but unfortunately it was just the beginning of me becoming a burden, and I finally made the burden live my life.
