Sorry, there are only two updates today.
Normally, I complete the next day's updates on the first day, but yesterday... forget it, let's just use the time I wrote down as the basis.
Tonight, while I was writing the second chapter, my dad went drunk again.
It was around 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. I wrote the second chapter in a hurry, and I really couldn't care about the third chapter.
Some things are hard to say because family scandals cannot be made public.
But on the Internet, everyone is the most familiar stranger. Allow me to treat everyone as a tree hole to vent.
The environment where I grew up was an environment of domestic violence.
My dad doesn’t get along with my grandpa because my grandpa once filed a lawsuit against him in the government, which caused him to have a very bad attitude towards my mom.
Let’s put it this way, my dad started beating my mom when I was young.
Very regular.
Drink today, get drunk and beat up your wife when you come back, and then take a break tomorrow without drinking.
Continue to drink the day after tomorrow, continue to fight when you come back, continue to rest the day after tomorrow, continue to fight after drinking the day after tomorrow...
My brother and I were both young at that time and I didn't dare to care about their affairs. I could only hide in bed and tremble in fear, listening to his yelling for days, and then watching him drive my mother out of the house.
The two of us didn't dare to sleep. After he fell asleep, we would secretly open the door and let my mother in. This was true no matter whether it was winter or summer.
Ridiculous……
"Do you think your father has ever filed a lawsuit against me?"
Just this sentence, my father beat my mother for thirty years, and even my grandfather died this year.
My dad is still using this excuse to domestically abuse my mom, which makes me want to scold him. If you can, go down and seek revenge on him. When you are alive, you don’t dare to seek him out. If you are dead, are you still afraid of him?
When I was in middle school, my brother once told me seriously, "Long Fei, I will never beat my wife after I get married."
I told him that I wouldn't fight either.
We know all too well that kind of pain, what kind of torture it is to children...
In a family full of domestic violence, as long as he goes out to drink, he will be in a violent storm when he comes back. He cannot be disobedient in the slightest, otherwise he will suffer physical pain.
I am thirty-one years old this year. From what I can remember, I have been in such an environment since I was five or six years old.
For more than twenty years, I dare not recall the pain.
But we did. After we got married, he and I loved my wife very much, and there was never any domestic violence.
But my brother and I were both mentally distorted out of control.
I have a short temper and am easy to empathize with. Even if I just see posts similar to domestic violence, I will instantly become angry.
I have the same character as my dad. He is not a man. If he doesn’t drink, he is just a nice guy who doesn’t vent his anger. But I am stronger than him. If I don’t drink, I am still a balloon, which will explode as soon as I touch it.
When it's good, it's better than anything else, but when it's bad, you can say all the ugly things.
The shadow of domestic violence has shrouded me for thirty years and is imprinted deep in my soul.
But I am independent and confident.
If he dares to domestically abuse my mother again, I dare to stand up.
But still can't control it...
When he beat my mother, I stood up to vent my anger on her, yelled and cursed at him, and even almost started to fight. If my wife hadn't stopped me and said you can't beat your dad, I would have dealt with him.
Because of this matter, the father and son were at loggerheads.
But three days later, my mother bought a new cotton-padded jacket for my father, saying that I would feel bad if you were cold.
The two of them continued to be in love as before, and I was caught in the middle, not a human being inside or outside.
Then I understood that some people who had been beaten for more than thirty years were not innocent.
I can't control it...
Yes, my dad doesn’t drink and is a very nice person. It’s not an exaggeration to call him a loving father.
When I failed the college entrance examination, he also helped me find a technical school, which gave me a skill. I can never deny the money and effort he spent on me.
But when I drink, it’s like a different person.
Twisted and crazy.
He enjoys the feeling of having everyone anxious for him.
He is a teacher, and he has three years left to retire. When the time comes, he will have a pension of four to five thousand, and he will be able to enjoy peace of mind and happiness.
But he just wanted to drive home drunk. Even if he was fired from his job if caught, he didn't care at all. In his words, he just went in and calmed down.
I once scolded him, "It's okay if you die in a car accident while drunk. If your two grandsons have criminal records, how will they go to college in the future?"
He was furious and wanted to beat me, saying that I only cared about my son and ignored him, but I didn't care that he was seeking death. How could I care?
He said he was worried, he was under a lot of pressure, and he was depressed every day...
But the problem is that both sons are married and have children.
The eldest son settled in Qingdao and bought a house with his own ability.
The second son is a writer, and he can scare people very well.
Our family was once the poorest among all my relatives. I can’t say that I was looked down upon when I was a child, but I was definitely the neglected one among all the children.
But now our family is the happiest we have ever lived. His two sons have been arranged, and his salary can be spent only on himself.
The old couple are both teachers. After retirement, their combined monthly salary will be less than 10,000 yuan. When the time comes, they will use their retirement salary to buy a new car and go fishing. Will they live a good life?
He felt bad.
He said he was stressed, he said he was depressed, and he was in pain.
It was the same today, he was drunk and wanted to leave with the keys.
That was true last week.
That was true last week.
By the way, no one messed with him.
Before going to drink, he was smiling, but when he came back, he was gloomy.
I don't want to endure it.
I want to beat him up and let him know that he is no longer the master of this family. As an old man in his fifties and sixties, I have wronged my wife by letting you live with me. She still wants to live with her every day. Helping you clean up the housework and mop the floor, can you be a little more conscious and avoid causing so many troubles?
But my wife said that the son could not hit his father, so she went to persuade him... Well, he still cares about his face in front of my wife.
I wanted to call the police on him for chronic domestic violence, but he is in a public institution. If I call the police, he will probably be fired from his job, and his pension and medical insurance will be gone.
No matter how angry I am, I have to endure not to call the police, otherwise even my mother will hate me.
I wanted to start a fight with my dad so that he would have some scruples and know that I have grown up...but too many times, I stood up for my mom and ended up fighting with my dad. They reconciled the next day. As before, I was hated by my father and was not a human being inside and out.
And I couldn't get over it for several months.
What can be done?
The fifty-seven-year-old man was like a dog to a bone when it comes to wine.
My uncle worked in the city government and drank himself to death at about the same age.
Originally, the family's financial situation was very good, and both children lived a very happy life. After his death, the family was completely ruined and fell apart completely. Now my aunt has aged ten years a year, and like an old woman in her 70s or 80s, she stands on the roadside holding a small flag. Direct traffic, seven hundred a month.
He must follow in his brother's footsteps...
What can I do as a son?
Today was the same. He made a scene and finally left.
At my wife's persuasion, I took a taxi instead of driving myself...
Thirty years of old and new grudges made me wish I could kill him.
I scolded my mother for being worthless. If he hits you, you stab him back with a knife. If you are afraid of killing him, stab him in the arm or leg. Let him know that you dare to fight back. Let him know that you are not someone to be bullied...
But my mother didn't dare.
I can't get ahead either.
What's the point?
My mother looked aggrieved and miserable, as if she was the most pitiable person in the world, but I knew that the next day both of them would be like normal people, talking and laughing when they should, and if I dare to come forward, haha... then... I was hated.
what to do?
what can I do?
beat?
It is unfilial for a son to beat his father.
advise?
Just at the end of last year, I knelt on the ground and begged them for a divorce.
It’s useless, my dad said my mom didn’t want to divorce, my mom said my dad didn’t want to divorce... Anyway, they just didn’t want to divorce, and they tortured my brother and I like crazy together.
In this case, I really can't write the third chapter. In fact, the second chapter can only be regarded as a semi-finished product, but I really can't write it.
I wanted to take a knife and cut myself twice to relieve my pain.
Alas, writing this was super smooth. The number of words is like diabetes, but after writing it and posting it, I feel a little relieved.
Let’s get down to business.
In fact, the main purpose is to ask for leave, and there are only two chapters today.
By the way, I would like to report the situation. The first order of 2900 extra orders has been completed.
There were four chapters in the monthly pass last month, and there are already five chapters this month, with a total of nine chapters... They will be added one after another in the future. I will also remember the additional updates for the increase in monthly passes. Well, 200 monthly passes will add one chapter. Since it is open, It’s a single chapter, so please ask for a monthly pass.
Please give me more subscriptions. The average subscription is 2800+. It is just a little bit close to being a high-quality book. Please help me. I depend on this book to support my family.
Thank you, Mr. Shudong.
