On a sunny afternoon, my husband and I went out for a walk with our pet dog "Mao Mao". Mao Mao is a very cute golden retriever, it is not only a pet to us, but more like a member of our family.
Back at home, I was preparing dinner for Maomao when my husband's cell phone rang. I vaguely heard my husband's voice a little anxious, and I couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
I was stunned by the news, and my heart tingled, as if the whole world was collapsing. While I was angry and sad, my heart was filled with endless sadness.
In order not to let the innocent children be harmed, I decided to take the initiative to take the responsibility of raising the children of the juniors.
This is a responsibility, but also an explanation of one's conscience.
For 20 years, I have silently raised the child of the third child and cared for him as my own flesh and blood. With my company and love, the child has grown up and walked towards his own life path with a smile on his face.
However, just when the child was about to reach adulthood, my husband scolded me for being "the most poisonous woman" because of his temporary resentment, and his anger and dissatisfaction with me hit my heart.
Watching the person I once loved become strange and indifferent in front of me, my heart was like a knife, and I couldn't help but die.
"How can you say that about her, she has been silently paying for that child for 20 years, but you only see her 'indifference'!" Maomao seemed to feel my sadness, and it kept licking my hand beside me, as if comforting me.
"Don't worry about it!" my husband's voice became sharper and more indifferent, "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't meddle with it!" The words were full of indifference and ruthlessness towards me, I was stunned, and the pain in my heart was even worse.
I don't know if it's because I raised the child of the junior that made my husband feel guilty, and no matter how I explained it, I couldn't communicate with him.
Maomao raised its big eyes to look at me, as if to say to me, "It's okay, I'll always be with you."
Now, how am I going to deal with all this? Maomao, can you still give me some strength?
Remembering the care and love that my child had for me, I decided to talk to my child about it. He's an adult and should know a few things.
He didn't care about it, but was even more grateful to me.
I felt the understanding and support of my children, which made me more determined to face my husband's conflicts and problems.
Maomao also seemed to be closer to me at this time, sticking to me every day, as if guarding me and giving me courage and strength.
Just after my children and I gradually rebuilt our lives, my husband filed for divorce again. His attitude was resolute and cold, and I knew that our feelings were irretrievable.
I decided to leave Maomao to my children because it meant so much to me. Maomao is by my side with my children, giving us endless love and warmth.
After thinking about it, I decided to leave the city. Perhaps, in a new place, I will be able to start a new life.
Mao Mao leaned against my lap, as if to tell me that no matter what happened, it would always watch over me. This firm and warm companionship gives me the strength to move forward.
Every day at home, I feel heavier and more tired. Mao Mao has become my only sustenance, and it always gives me courage and hope with its warm gaze when I am lost.
Just as I was trying to calm down and try to face life again, a letter from the court shattered my virtual peace.
The news came like a bolt from the blue, and I was completely stunned.
"Are they going to take it all away?" I asked anxiously. The husband was silent for a while, and finally replied in a low voice, "The court will judge in accordance with the law, and we should cooperate with the handling."
"Has our 20-year tacit understanding been abandoned like this?" I felt like a knife in my heart, unable to accept everything that had happened.
The court's cases have been settled again and again, and the junior has also come forward to raise the issue of child custody. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and I could fall into the abyss at any moment.
Now, however, I find that my sincerity can be used as an excuse for others to persecute me. This injustice was unacceptable to me, and it made me deeply disappointed in the family.
"You're going too far!" I asked aloud as I stood in the living room, tears welling up in my eyes again. Xiao San replied angrily, "You are just a scapegoat, my son has been raised by you for 20 years, and now it is time for you to pay off your debts!" Her words made me feel as if I had been poured a basin of cold water, and everything in front of me was so chilling.
I can't imagine how it all happened, everything I did was not respected and recognized.
And my husband, who was obedient to me just now, also became indifferent and indifferent in the face of the blow of reality.
And now, where do I go from here? Maomao, will you still be with me?
Looking up at the sky outside the window, I tried to calm my inner turmoil. I knew I had done what I had to do, to raise my junior child so that he had more options and hope as an adult.
And now, I have a dispute and rift with my husband in a place that should be a warm family.
I'm not a person who likes to argue, but I can't calm down in the face of my husband's attitude. Maomao seemed to feel the irritability of the house, and it began to be unusually quiet, not as lively as before.
Sometimes, I am lonely and thinking about the nature of family. Did the conflict between us stem from the fact that I was raising a junior child, or was it a deeper problem? I used to think that love could dissolve everything.
"We may need some time to think. "I tried to communicate with my husband rationally, but he avoided my gaze and didn't say a word.
But I don't want to keep my head down, I need not only a quiet home, but also a recognition of the family.
Is there still hope in my heart, or is that hope long gone? These are questions that I can't answer.
Mao Mao called softly, and its eyes revealed trust and dependence on me.
We have time to sort it out.