Very serious, the child has reached the point of using his grandparents to suppress me, and even sometimes intentionally expand the conflict between us. Basically all hobbies outside of schoolwork have stopped. There are no fights with my parents because of the child's education.
I feel this way, my mom likes my daughter so much that I am jealous, her old man has never liked me so much, that is my own mother ah. I often invite my mom to come to my home to live for a while, but my mom said: I wait for my granddaughter to come back to go, she is not at home not much fun. Every time my daughter came back to her old man also came, my daughter as soon as she left she also went home, not at all consider my feelings
To the fifth grade when the child is basically set, think this quarrel is not a way, I fully adjusted themselves. So instead of saying that I am educating the child, it is better to say that I am fighting with the battle of wits, sparing the emotional intelligence. Educating children is a kind of practice, do a good job of both sides of the progress, do not do a good job of the family all hurt. Happily, I am now making great progress, and my temper is much better. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
When we were young, my father was a tyrant at home. Anyone who was a little bit wrong, or if my mom picked up on it in front of him, it was inevitable that he would get a good beating. If it was light, he would beat you black and blue, and you wouldn't be able to get rid of it for days. Heavy, either a half-dead, sick for a period of time; or hit and run, a few days do not dare to come back. I've heard my mom and my second uncle say that I had a second brother.
Because small, hungry. At home crying. Influence my father in the small coal kiln after the night shift in the home to make up sleep. He was stomped from the kang to the back foot of the ground, knocked on the box. He suffered internal injuries from the fall and died after being sick for more than a year. My brother was sued for talking back to my mother. He was thrown with a bundle of hemp rope and hit his brother so hard that he flew up and landed on the edge of the kang. Escaped to hide for three days, the winter almost froze to death outside ......
People say, born in our family children really poor, to be able to grow up, not easy ah!
(vernacular, cute and lovely meaning). Really kissed blind! And back then beat up my brother for several days to limp approach, a different person.