What behaviors of parents make you feel unbearable?

My parents fell in love in the 1980s and got married in the 1990s. When my mother married my father's house, everyone looked down on her, so my aunt and grandmother ganged up and squeezed her out.

At that time, my aunt often borrowed things from my family, but they were deliberately damaged before returning them. However, in order to have a good relationship with relatives, her mother chose forbearance.

Later, my aunt borrowed my newly bought rice bowl, and the armrest was broken when I returned it. This handrail is made of iron, which won't break even if people use it for several years. This obvious provocation made my mother particularly annoyed. And at that time, the girl spent a lot of savings, and her mother complained a few words on the spot. As a result, her grandmother scolded her, and her aunt pointed at her and scolded her neighbors. My aunt shouted at the crowd, "This woman actually scolded her mother because of a girl." How did my brother marry such a bitch! "

Mother was gentle and a scholar, and she had never been so viciously abused. At that time, her face turned red and she was very angry, but she couldn't spit out a word. I can even hear her teeth fighting beside her. I pushed away my mother who was about to faint and asked doubtfully, "Mom, what's wrong with you? What are they doing? "

Mom's back suddenly became stiff, and then she bent down to hug me and said in my ear, "Mom is fine. They just cooperate with their mother to give you a play to let you know what you must not be in the future. "

After that incident, my mother took the initiative to alienate my grandmother and aunt, stopped catering to them and made good relations. Gradually, I saw that once smiling face climbed up her face again.

It was not long before the smiling face was quickly knocked off.

Things took a turn for the better on 200 1, and the whole country celebrated the success of the Olympic bid, and grandma was paralyzed. My aunt settled in other places and couldn't come back, but my uncle was unfilial and drove my grandmother out of the house directly, and my parents took her home.

I was watching TV in my room when they brought my grandmother back. In the black and white TV, everyone is celebrating the success of the Olympic bid, and smiling faces flash in front of the camera. I looked at my parents' serious expressions and grandma's pale and callous eyes, and suddenly understood the sentence I had read, "Happiness belongs to others, not to me."

At that time, the government called on the masses to immigrate to Xinjiang, and the policy was very good. Many people in the village choose to emigrate. At that time, my aunt had bought a large piece of land for my family in Xinjiang and was waiting for my parents to run a farm. But because grandma was paralyzed and couldn't stand running around, she stayed at home and nobody took care of her. Whether they were reasonable or shelved, she was offended by it at that time. They just want to wait and see, wait and see

And this class has been on for more than ten years.

Ten years later, my parents were in their forties. At that time, the people in the village who went to Xinjiang for development had become quite wealthy farmers, and in order to take care of grandma, my parents chose to stay at home. In order to support my sister and me to study, they changed their ways to use the few fields at home. I saw on TV that the face of the new countryside has changed again and again. The only constant is the poverty and thinness of our family.

Sometimes I ask my mother, "When can we go live on TV?"

Mother said, "I will go out to learn to cook in a few years, and soon we will become people on TV."

Only then did I know that my mother also had her own ideals.

16 years, my grandmother died and my mother officially turned 50. She has been worn away by life and become fragile. The scars of age make it impossible for her to pursue her dreams, nor can she have her aunt's wet face in the city. My aunt's children and grandchildren are full of joy in Xinjiang.

I thought it would be an end, but I didn't expect it to be another beginning.

That summer, grandma broke her leg, and a wave of diseases such as hyperosteogeny and cataract struck as if she had an appointment. History will repeat itself. Her eldest son kicked her out of the house.

Grandma knocked at the door that night, and when mom opened the door, she saw her wronged face. Without thinking much, I helped her into the house, made her a mattress, rolled noodles, listened to her voice and fell asleep with the night.

At that time, I looked at my mother who was tucking a quilt for my grandmother in the corner through the window, and I knew that this was another battle that ended in death, but no one would win, and the final result could only be both sides.

At that time, I often thought, is mother's filial piety really right?

In order to abide by the old adage, it is really worthwhile to abandon everything and exchange an unrepeatable life for a peace of mind.

I have asked countless why, why not an aunt, why not an aunt, and why do you have to bear all this?

Later, when we quarreled with her, I said rudely, "Just like how successful you are, you have nothing to comfort yourself all day for most of your life."

She sat down on the chair like a deflated ball. I regretted it the moment I exported it, cursing myself for how I could say such an animal's words, but my face was stubborn and cold.

She was silent for a long time before she said, "I will live aboveboard all my life and owe no one."

At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that before Wang Yangming died, his disciples asked him what his last words were, and he said, "How can my husband say anything when his heart is clear?"

It suddenly occurred to me that I never understood her. Who is qualified to condemn her? I just kidnapped her by my own standards, and I want her to believe me and admit that she is wrong.

But everyone has his own rules, and everyone has something he must bear. Life is not as simple as freedom and enjoyment.

From then on, I learned that many times life can't let us do whatever we want. Freedom often means shackles, and shackles often include faith.

We are not born to do whatever we want, but to dance in chains.

Freedom without burden is not enough to be called freedom, and life without burden is not enough to be proud of.

At that time, I understood that the biggest irrationality buried in life often hides the most dazzling light.