There is a feeling that it is better to miss each other than to meet each other. I used to think this sentence was too melodramatic: I miss it but I don't want to meet again. Isn't this "manufacturing"?
But these days, I have a deep feeling.
When I leave home, I will miss my parents very much. I often call my mother when I walk at night, and I don't feel impatient when I listen to her talking about my parents for dozens of minutes. But I really went home, and within three days, I wanted to leave quickly.
I don't know how many people, like me, have a bit awkward relationship with their parents. Love each other, but once together, there will be many contradictions.
I love you, but I don't want to be with you.
At home, I get up very late, often very late in the morning. My mother forces me to have breakfast before lunch.
My computer uses a peep-proof film, which is very dark from the side. Even if I explain it a dozen times, my mother will let me turn up the brightness as usual next time.
The desk is facing the window, and the sun will be dazzling in the morning. Every time I close the curtains to keep out the light, my mother will persevere and open them again, saying that if there is sunshine, it will be sunny.
At least dozens of similar little things happen every day.
In every word and deed, every stop and every seat, my mother has a set of rules, and she is like Tang Priest chanting for me to abide by them. Of course I know that she is "doing me good", but these rules and regulations make me breathless.
I was finally a little free in my twenties, and when I got home, I went back to my teens, and I was not allowed to watch TV every day.
Therefore, every time I go home for less than three days, I want to escape quickly.
I love you, but I don't want to be with you.
The generation gap also makes us often disagree. For example, every time I look at a dress, she frowns and says it's ugly. The clothes she chose for me will not be liked until after 60 s and 70 s.
I taught her to take photos and compose in three ways, but my mother insisted on taking people in the middle and the horizon was oblique.
She likes to send smiles on WeChat, and she feels very kind.
She took a photo of me and her face was crooked, but she still hung the photo in her circle of friends. Although I know this is a natural expression of her love for her daughter, I still can't imagine that people in her circle of friends will think her daughter is so crooked. ...
These days, I travel with my mother, travel with a group, get up at five or six o'clock every day, bump in the car for seven or eight hours, tour in the crowded crowd for two hours, and arrive at the hotel at eight o'clock in the evening. I don't even have time to write and push.
I have a cold, and I have a high fever when I go to the snow mountain, and even if the high fever persists, I have to follow the itinerary. I feel exhausted, and I don't want to go out to play again.
My mother can't understand why I feel uncomfortable. She thinks that traveling means getting up at five or six. Traveling is to see a sea of people and then stand in front of landmark buildings to take commemorative photos.
I complained to my boyfriend that I hate traveling, which is simply a modern labor. Imagine if two young people travel freely, sleep until they wake up naturally and start a day trip. If there is an urgent task, they will work overtime in the hotel and the trip will be much easier. But people my mother's age have to race against time to get up earlier than chickens.
I love you, but I don't want to be with you.
When I came down from the snowy mountain, I was very uncomfortable. When I was lying in bed with an oxygen bottle, my mother actually took a photo and sent it to my father. I tried to stop her, and she smiled happily and said that your father had never seen them. I almost fainted.
When I need comfort most, she always gives me endless accusations. I told you so. I told you so. You didn't listen to me. I can say it hundreds or eighty times a day, which instantly turns my filial piety into a desire for this trip to pass quickly. I will go back to Xiamen early, so I might as well miss it when we meet.
If I can't see her, I feel that only my mother is good in the world. After meeting her, I was only impatient and quarrelling.
I will complain about her, and she will complain about me. My mother once forwarded an article mentioned by my friend, saying, "My daughter is gentle and beautiful in the eyes of others and selfless. Why is her temper so bad in my eyes?"
I have to say that in this world, some parent-child relationships are really not so harmonious.
I love you, but I don't want to be with you.
I read an article that Chen Qiaoen and his mother were together in the program "A Whirlwind dutiful son" before, and there was no communication during the whole process, which also revealed a little embarrassment.
When you get older, everyone will praise the' greatness' of maternal love; But when it comes to the details of life, who dares to say that he has never disagreed with his mother?
Dealing with intimate relationships is too difficult, sometimes even more difficult than being in business.
If you say it from a friend's mouth, you may pull Ta into the interpersonal blacklist with a smile on your face. But if your own mother said it, even if you say it a thousand times, you can't avoid it. The other person still thinks it's because she is your own mother.
There is a mother-daughter relationship, and it may be a bit helpless to say it: I love you, but I don't want to be with you.
Sometimes, it is understandable that we can't get along in harmony. It's like being a colleague with someone who is twenty years older and has a different outlook on life in the galaxy, and my heart will be very tired.
You don't understand why she spends a lot of money on health products that can cure all diseases in tourist attractions. She doesn't understand why you always lick Yang Yang on the small mobile phone screen. What's more frightening is that she will want you to spend the time wasted on idol dramas with her to study health, and you will expect her to understand why you have to watch Yang Yang even if you work overtime and stay up late.
Before going on a trip, I chatted with my sister WeChat and said that I would go out with my mother, but I didn't like to travel with a group. She smiled and said that she always gave money to her mother. Her mother doesn't like traveling yet, but likes playing mahjong. Give her enough money to spend as much as she likes.
I was just listening. It is wise to think about it now. We have our lives, and our mothers have their mothers' lives. We should not forcibly combine the lives and values of two people on the grounds of family ties.
Just because you love your mother doesn't mean you have to love the square dance she dances every day and the pseudo-scientific rumors forwarded by her circle of friends. Your mother loves you, but it doesn't mean she loves you to sing K all night. She loves you to save a few months' salary to buy a 20 thousand bag.
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I always think that people who can get along with their mothers as "best friends" are really lucky. If you meet, you must cherish it.
If you are not so lucky, it may be good for both sides to give each other a little distance.