My daughter, who cheated on her, blamed herself and regretted it. Confused married, had children. Unexpectedly, when my son was one and a half years old, he suddenly had epilepsy. Went to the hospital to tell the truth

My daughter, who cheated on her, blamed herself and regretted it.

Confused married, had children.

Unexpectedly, when my son was one and a half years old, he suddenly had epilepsy.

Went to the hospital to tell the truth, it turned out that my husband also had this disease when he was a child, and the child's grandfather also had this disease when he was a child.

The second time my son fell ill, I was completely desperate, the whole person was in a depressed state, wanted to die, felt that I had been deceived by this family, and my heart was full of hatred.

I told my husband that I was desperate, especially wanted to die, depressed enough to eat. But my husband told me that if you want to die, you can die quickly, the child's genes are no problem, maybe it is my genetic problem. The in-laws and the family said that the child was sick because I was immoral, did not take good care of the child, and pulled on theology. I hated it so much at the time. Every day I was depressed to the point of wanting to die.

I was so depressed every day that I couldn't eat, and no one could confide in me. I felt like I had been deceived by this family. I want to divorce and I don't want to have children.

Just then, my favorite classmates from elementary school showed up. He saved me, and after adding WeChat, he confided a lot with him. I was able to hold on to the belief that the child must be healthy until now. I cheated on me, and at that time, I really needed too much attention and needed people's love. At that time, my husband did not go home every day, did not care, was cold and violent, and blocked my WeChat and phone. Because he felt that I blamed the family for concealing their family history. They thought I was annoyed, so they blacked me out. Cold violence. Coupled with the fear in my heart, I actually cheated.

The affair lasted for several months, and my conscience found that I felt sorry for the child, afraid of retribution, and returned to the family. But my heart is constantly condemning myself for being a bad woman, a slutty woman. I really feel like I'm doing something wrong and I really regret it. How do I get out? I regret it so much, should I confess it?

My in-laws described the child's father's condition differently in different hospitals, saying that he had smoked five or six times when he was a child in the first hospital and three times at this hospital. The picture shows a diagnosis of the child's third seizure at a hospital.

The first time was when I was alone at home watching the child, and the child suddenly stiffened and his teeth were closed. I was overwhelmed and shouted at home that the neighbors had taken us to the hospital. My in-laws told me that it was because the child had recently had a nose and was not in good health, so he was convulsive.

The second time, it was February 2, 2020. Playing at home at night, the child convulses after falling.

The third time, after the virus infection, the child convulsed four or five times in a row, went into the rescue room, and took a BRAIN CT. Such a small child took a CT, and the radiation effect was too great. For this reason, I was depressed for half a year.

To be honest, why am I condemned by my conscience?

My husband said he didn't know he had this problem when he was a kid.

Seriously, I'm really not sure if he's telling the truth.

But when the child was sick at the time, his attitude really chilled me. When I blamed their family, he would only be cold and violent, saying that if he inherited him, it would be a good thing, maybe it was me who inherited, I was sick.

Doctors say the disease only occurs in infancy and early childhood. It is highly likely that there is benign epilepsy. It heals itself over time.

In the past year, my son is still good. It is very likely that it will heal itself. That's the most gratifying thing for me.

In this life, I only want my son to grow up healthy and safe. Everything about me doesn't matter.

Children will grow up healthy and safe.

Because he is very cute and very sensible.

I firmly believe.

As a mother, you never give up on your child at any time.

I know what I'm doing wrong. I will spend my life atonement for my sins. Pray for God's mercy and forgive me for my mistakes.

My husband told me that if I found someone else, the child I might have had would certainly be healthier than our child. If you don't believe me, you can try it.

Today the family gathered at the mother's house for dinner, the fifth day of the Chinese New Year.

The child was crying, so I said two more words to him, don't drink, hurry up.

Who knows, slamming the door and leaving.

As soon as I called him, I was blocked again.

Is he really just a man who will never mature?

Men in their 30s are really tired. Divorce is the right answer.

Cold violence at every turn, this kind of man is really sad. Can't tell the difference between good and bad. Empathy is extremely poor.

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