I am 63 years old, living with my son and daughter-in-law for 3 years and have come to the conclusion that when my son is married, he is no longer a son

My name is Li Guifen, I am 63 years old, and I am retired at home. The wife left early, and it was not easy to pull his son to grow up, but fortunately, his son was angry, stayed in the big city to work after graduating from college, and married a beautiful daughter-in-law. I am so happy, I praise my son for being filial and my daughter-in-law for being sensible.

Three years ago, my son and daughter-in-law took me to live in the city, saying that it was convenient to take care of me. I happily packed my bags and waited for a good life with my children and grandchildren on my knees. But who would have thought that after a long time, I realized that when my son got married, he was really no longer a son.

At first, I wasn't used to life in the city. I don't know the way to go out to buy groceries, and my cooking taste is different from that of their young people. My son and daughter-in-law don't say it, but I can see that they are not happy.

Once, I made braised pork that my son loved to eat since he was a child, but my daughter-in-law didn't move a single chopstick, saying that it was too greasy and not good for her health. The son also agreed, saying that light food is now popular. It's a grievance in my heart, I worked hard to make a table of dishes, just to make my son eat happily, but the result was good, and I didn't end up.

After that, I didn't cook much anymore, and I helped them clean up the house and do their laundry every day. But even so, I was inevitably criticized.

Once, when I was doing laundry, I accidentally washed one of my daughter-in-law's silk pajamas. When the daughter-in-law saw it, her face immediately pulled down, pointed to the dress and said, "Mom, how can you wash my clothes with yours?" This dress is very expensive, can you afford it? ”

I was stunned, tears rolling in my eyes. I've lived most of my life, and I've never been said that. Seeing this, my son hurriedly came over to play the round and said, "Mom didn't mean it, don't be angry." ”

But the daughter-in-law still refused to give up, saying, "What is not intentional? She just doesn't take me seriously! I've been married to you for so many years, and I've given you children, are you just like this to my mother? ”

My son was speechless by her, so he could only apologize to me one by one. I looked at my son's wretched appearance, and my heart felt even more uncomfortable.

Since then, I have not dared to touch my daughter-in-law's things again for fear of upsetting her again. I live cautiously at home like a transparent person every day, for fear that if I don't do something right, I will cause another mess.

Only then did I understand that when a man is married, his heart is biased. In the past, my son listened to me for everything, but now he puts his wife and children first in everything, and he doesn't care about my feelings at all.

I was like an outsider, excluded from their lives. I watched their family of three talk and laugh every day, and I could only sit alone, feeling indescribably lonely.

I'm starting to miss the old days, and although it was hard, at least my son belonged to me. Now that my son has his own family, I, as a mother, have become superfluous.

I often hide in my room alone and secretly wipe my tears, I don't know how long I can stay here. I don't want to be a burden to them, and I don't want to look at their faces anymore.

I began to regret my decision to come to the city, knowing that I might as well be alone in my hometown, lonely, but at least free and free without looking at people's faces.

I am 63 years old, I have experienced most of my life's ups and downs, I thought I could enjoy my old age in peace, but I didn't expect to live like this.

I finally understood a truth: when a son gets married, he really doesn't have a son anymore. He has his own family and his own responsibilities, while I, too, am just an outsider.

I didn't want to kid myself anymore and decided to go back to my hometown. Although there are no sons and daughters-in-law there, I still have old sisters and my life.

I don't want to be that poor, superfluous old lady anymore, I'm going to live for myself.

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