Let's talk about the interesting things when I was a child. Friends say that they really envy me, everyday is so happy and strong; everyday is so full and active, not knowing the vicissitudes of life; but who would know my bitterness?? I really hope that all the unsatisfactory and unhappy things could disappear overnight; let our family live happily without anything to destroy this peaceful life!! When I encounter difficulties, I will grit my teeth and believe that I won't fall so easily, believe that there is still light in the world. After complaining and hating, what can I do? They are still my biological parents, still the people you love forever. What others say and do is no longer important. The important thing is whether the person next to your pillow still loves you and cares about you... Children in single-parent families are so lonely and pitiful. They cannot express their inner distress; however, they very much hope to have a happy and harmonious family... In this way, we gradually grow up, start school, advance in studies. Later on, my mind was no longer focused on academics. I didn't want to live with them, dealing with daily conflicts that would never stop. So I took the opportunity to go out and work. My younger brothers stayed at home to study, and mom also started dating someone. Perhaps they were happy at that time. Now, those things seem so far away, an impossible dream for me to ever complete. I can only hope that my children and family can be happy forever, not letting my precious ones have the regrets I once had... Sometimes, I am really envious of my friends around me. I really envy them being able to act cute in their mothers' and fathers' arms, and when things don't go well at their in-laws' house, they can go back to their parents' house, where their mom and dad can accompany them, watch TV together, and chat... Since mom and dad divorced when I was very young, she remarried quickly. She gave birth to a pair of twin brothers for me. They were so beautiful, and I liked them very much. I thought we would live happily ever after, but unfortunately, it didn't last long, and they divorced again. I am from the post-80s generation, and I wish so much that I could be born into a family filled with happiness and joy. I yearn for adults to argue less and stay away from these so-called conflicts. Unfortunately, my strength is so small, no one takes into account the feelings of the little me inside. I wish so much that they could take me to kindergarten together, go shopping, buy a lot of food and new clothes! I also yearn to be a happy obedient baby, but they ignore me, pushing me away, neither wanting me, both thinking I'm extra, afraid that I'll ruin their so-called future happiness! Am I pitiful!? When I was very young, due to the disharmony in my parents' relationship, they got divorced. I ended up with mom, even though mom couldn't support me either. But there was no other choice, as dad said grandpa didn't want me because I was a girl, and I didn't even get any child support... I originally thought that the past wouldn't affect my current life, but the in-laws always bring up mom's past as casual conversation. I don't know what to do, I often ask myself: Is it my fault? Is it my reason? Why do they always compare my mother's affairs with me now? Am I not sincere enough to my mother-in-law and father-in-law and family? My husband has weak ears, he listens to whatever his mother says, and never defends me, his wife. I don't want to become like my mom, I just want a happy and harmonious home. Is that too extravagant? My daughter is still so young, I don't want her to grow up in a single-parent family. Back then, I really thought about dying thousands of times, wanting to end it all, I really didn't have the courage to live on... (Grandpa was old-fashioned, with very backward thoughts at that time) Living with mom, to be honest, was both happy and unhappy. The happiness was being able to be with mom every day, and she could cook delicious meals for me. However, when I missed dad, I didn't dare to tell mom, fearing that if I said the wrong thing, mom wouldn't want me either. When mom and dad divorced, I was only three years old, but I listened to mom very well and was more sensible than children of the same age... As I grew older, I started dating, and got married within a few months. Mom also began living her own life...