In the six years we have lived together, I have experienced many pivotal life experiences, one of which is the most memorable for me.
It was getting late, and the streets were getting scarce, and there were only two of us left. Xiao Liang suddenly stopped, grabbed my hand, looked at me seriously and said, "I don't think it's suitable between us, your family is too poor, I can't be with you anymore."
Hearing this, I could only laugh. I am a girl from an ordinary family, and I am indeed dwarfed by his family background.
When we first started dating, he never showed any dissatisfaction with my family situation, and even often expressed understanding and support.
It's not that I don't understand his concerns, after all, the difference in family background will bring a lot of problems to the lives of the two of them.
I love him dearly, and I am willing to work with him to face these difficulties. However, his decision was so categorical that it didn't give me any chance to stay.
Back at home, I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. I think of how much my parents paid so much for me to be able to go to school, to save money, and for my own future.
So, I made up my mind that I must work hard and not let myself become a "poor" person in other people's mouths.
In the days that followed, I worked hard and at the same time took care of my love life. I didn't blame Xiaoliang for his choice, I respect his decision and hope he can live well.
I will not bow my head because of the difference in family conditions, I believe that in this world, everyone who works hard will have the happiness they deserve.
For a period of time after my breakup with Xiaoliang, I worked hard and lived a busy and fulfilling life. However, family problems are quietly fermenting.
One day, I received a call from my mother, and her voice was slightly anxious: "Baby, your dad has been a little unwell lately, I want you to come home and have a look."
Dad looked a little haggard, pale, and noticeably thinner than before. The doctor told us that my father had a severe stomach ulcer that needed surgery.
My mother and I have always been with my dad and take care of his daily life. During this time, I deeply felt the warmth of family and the preciousness of family affection.
My father's illness also made me more aware of the fragility of life and the importance of family. I vowed to do my best to protect my family and accompany them through every difficult moment, no matter what difficulties they encountered.
However, just as I was fully committed to taking care of my dad, an unexpected thing happened, and that was when my mom started a strange move.
I don't know if I'm overthinking, but the change is so noticeable that I don't feel comfortable.
One day, my mom and I were preparing dinner for my dad, and I tried to talk to her, but I always hit a wall. Mom seemed preoccupied and sighed from time to time.
Mom was silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst out: "Why don't you marry a good man? Why do you have to find a poor boy? Do you think you can change something by working hard? You can't understand that the reality is cruel."
I listened to my mother's words, and I was a little confused. I never thought that my mother would be at odds with me over this issue.
But my mother didn't seem to want to listen to me at all.
The conflict between us intensified, and my mother even offered to let me leave the house and go live my own life.
However, I couldn't give up my choices and happiness for the sake of her expectations.
My father's illness and family conflicts plunged me into unprecedented confusion and entanglement. I don't know how to choose between my family and myself.
And at the moment, I just hope to find a way that doesn't hurt anyone.
In the days when I was working hard, something happened at home that I didn't expect. One day, I received a call from my mother, and she said in a choked voice, "Dad is sick, he needs surgery, but our family really doesn't have that much money now...... Hearing the news, my heart was like being hit by a wave of panic, and I felt deeply at a loss.
I immediately returned to my hometown, and when I saw my father's haggard face, my heart was like a knife. My father has always been a strong man, he silently carried the burden of the family, and he gave too much for me and for my family.
I decided to do everything in my power to help him get through this.
I borrowed money and even found a charitable foundation, and I talked to them to finance the surgery.
However, during this period, I discovered a fact that shocked me - my relatives actually "ignored us", and when our family was in dire need of help, they were perfunctory one by one, and some even laughed at my family's predicament.
This discovery made my heart twist, and I couldn't help but doubt the sincerity and preciousness of family affection. I am extremely disappointed and saddened that my family can be so cold to each other.
This plunged me into a deep conflict about my family.
I don't know how this experience will change or impact me, and I don't know what choice I will make.