When I married him, I was only 23 years old, and while others were praising my new daughter-in-law for her beauty, I could hear my mother-in-law saying, "Oops, she's a country bumpkin."
Yes, my only flaw is that I am a "country bumpkin". Because of the identity of the "countryman", because I still have hope for the city, because I want to be a part of the city, so I do not have the luxury of love.
Marriage is just for me to have a home in the city.
Husband looks good, older than me about ten years, because of the poor economic conditions, no house, but also the city's "oldest difficult", we actually have no qualifications to dislike anyone. However, their family is often "benefactor" as if they are my savior. I sent some money to my husband on New Year's Day, and when he saw it, he would say, "Look, you're here today, don't forget who gave it to you."
We live in an old-fashioned lane house, and I share a 30-square-meter house with my husband and my in-laws; we live in the outer room and they live in the inner room. My mother-in-law wasn't exactly difficult to work with, but she knew how to protect herself, and wouldn't come to give me a hand even if I was busy or tired. She was still working when our daughter was born.
I worked several jobs, and I especially wanted my mother-in-law's help, but she resented the fact that I hadn't added any grandchildren to the family, and excused herself by saying that she was getting old and couldn't take care of them. She would rather go out and play cards and do fan dances when she retires than help us with the kids.
And she said something like, "If it were a boy, I'd take care of it all. Too bad it's a girl."
I don't get it. What's wrong with a daughter? The city is not like the countryside, where you have to rely on physical strength to make a living, and isn't the city already equal for men and women?
I could only bring my daughter back home and let my mother bring her for several years.
Daughter was old enough to go to school and returned to Shanghai. After a few years in her hometown, she didn't fit in with the environment and the children.
I wish she had been born a "city dweller", but unfortunately, she is still a "country dweller" compared to her well-dressed, sunny-looking friends.
The daughter is a willful, disobedient woman who is used to being wild in her hometown and doesn't like this depressing alleyway at all. She is also very bold and often skips classes to go out and roam around by herself. Her academic performance and personality are far from my ideal, which has become my biggest worry.
My mother-in-law's health declined after my father-in-law's death. I blamed her for enjoying herself and not helping me out, but now I can't wait to get back to the days when she was able to enjoy herself. She has dementia, but in her seventies, she can't take care of herself for the most part. Sometimes she's like a child, willful, brash, temperamental, and often incontinent.
She used to be very unfeeling towards me, but I couldn't leave her alone, and it became my duty of course to take care of her.
My mother-in-law looked forward to the most important festival of the year like a child, and everyone else was busy purchasing half-finished products. But my mother-in-law hates this kind of New Year's law, she is not accustomed to the laziness of modern people, she thinks that the things bought are not affordable and not delicious, do not make eight treasures of rice do not knead lard filling do not fry melons and do not grind glutinous rice flour, it is still like New Year's Eve?
On New Year's Eve, she must personally guide me to make eight treasures of rice and knead lard filling. I couldn't bear to brush off the old man's excitement, so I took over this extra work. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
On the first day of the year, the old lady was fully dressed and waiting for several other children and grandchildren to come to pay their respects. I was the chef of course, a rare day off, I steamed and boiled and fried, and finally got to the four generations of the same family everyone satisfied. There was a lot of joy and excitement at the dinner table, and everyone was mingling. As for me, I have been busy for a few days, and no one came to ask me if I was tired or hungry. After the guests dispersed, the cups and plates were in a mess. Husband also drunk, will not even come to ask me a.?