Some people may say that they miss their parents when they are happy, but when they are bitter, ask themselves, when they are happy, how many people miss their parents? They are all in pain and injury, so they will miss home, because home, in our hearts, is always the last retreat and a warm harbor.
I remember lying in bed every day when I was confined to my confinement, and I was so bored that I couldn't get out. I also have to face the torture of postpartum depression. Seeing my parents-in-law is not pleasing to the eye, I don't want them to touch my children at all. At that time, I was far from home, and my parents couldn't come until the child was full moon. I miss my parents very much, thinking that if they are here, they can support me so that I can keep my in-laws from touching my children. (In fact, it is a pathological condition of postpartum depression. Grandparents want to touch their children, which is their love for their children, but I feel that no one can be touched by the children I have worked so hard to give birth to. )
Then there is the helplessness of a person with a child. I also think that if I hadn't married until now, if I had married in our county, I would have gone to my parents' house for help in minutes, instead of hugging so tightly that I couldn't fall down, let alone calling my mother-in-law humbly to ask her for help. When I am helpless, I miss my parents most, because they will love me unconditionally and help me, instead of putting work first. Children and grandchildren are the first in their hearts.
I especially need my husband's help when I take care of my children, because how many hands can a person take care of the children, cook and clean? So in the evening, my husband got off work, and I especially needed his help to take things and hold the baby, but my husband sometimes couldn't even shout. He doesn't care whether you are tired or not, and whether the child cries or not, I am particularly angry. At that time, I wanted to throw the child out of the house for him. A hotel? Internet cafe? A bar? This is not a place to go, but I will go home after all. But if I get married soon, I can still take my children back to my parents' house and calm down with my husband. But it is because there is no home to go back, only endless quarrels, or my forbearance.
Advise girls, either you and your husband are alone in a certain city, or don't marry him and his parents alone in other places. Because, wronged, there is nowhere to say, parents will miss you more, and they will not see each other for a year. Can you stand it?
Just sauce purple.