I am a 65-year-old uncle, and I recently met a 60-year-old aunt on a blind date. We all had the same experience, we were all alone, and we started a blind date journey at the urging of our children. At first, we were just ordinary friends, but as time went on, I started to have a crush on my aunt.
One day, I received a call from my aunt, who invited me to go for a walk in the countryside with me. So we decided to go hiking, and to be fully prepared, I went out of my way to buy a brightly colored hiking hat and a pair of hard-wearing hiking shoes. I felt that I could climb Mount Everest in a few minutes by wearing this outfit, and I couldn't help but proudly say to my aunt: "Auntie, you see, I am handsome and chic in this outfit, right?" ”
My heart suddenly cooled half, and this sentence completely shattered my good impression of my aunt. I muttered silently to myself, "How could she say that about me?" but I soon realized that this was just my aunt's joke, maybe she was just trying to amuse me.
So we started the mountain climbing trip, the scenery was picturesque along the way, my aunt kept talking and laughing with me, and my mood gradually relaxed. Finally climbing to the top of the mountain, we were both a little out of breath. The aunt stood on the top of the mountain, looked down at the scenery at her feet, and couldn't help but say with emotion: "It's all so beautiful, but it's a pity that I'm old and don't want to marry anymore." I looked at her back and suddenly felt a pang of sourness in my heart.
When I got home, I was a little depressed and emotionally challenged. Even though I felt a little sad about what my aunt said to me, I still missed her. Maybe an ugly word doesn't hurt my feelings for her. I was even more determined to confess to my aunt.
This blind date taught me a truth, even if I am hurt, I must learn to be tolerant and tolerant. After all, the road of life is always full of challenges and tests, and only by withstanding these tests can you go further in the world of feelings.
A few days later, I received a text message from my aunt who invited me to her house for dinner. My heart moved, maybe this was a good opportunity to confess to her. I happily went to the appointment and came to her door. My aunt warmly invited me into the house, but the moment I took off my hiking boots and walked into the living room, I couldn't help but stop.
The setting in the living room made me feel a sense of strangeness and oppression, with large dolls and some small pillows embroidered with flowers everywhere, which made me feel a little uncomfortable and even a little disgusting. I thought to myself, "Is this my aunt's home?" and I tried to ignore these feelings, after all, everyone has a different definition of home. The aunt said: "These are all gifts from my daughter, and she thinks I am alone, so she brought me some things. I pretended to be calm and nodded, but I was a little disappointed inside.
At dinner, I said something ridiculous to lighten the mood. However, the aunt said with a serious expression: "In fact, the definition of home is different for everyone. You know what? My daughter and I have a lot of fights over these little things, big dolls, small pillows, I don't like these things, but she always buys them for me. "I was shocked by these words, and I didn't know how to respond. It turned out that there was also such a dispute between the aunt and her daughter.
After dinner, I said goodbye and left my aunt's house. When I returned home, I began to think in my heart that maybe my aunt's hesitation was because her definition of home was a little different from her daughter's, and she was unwilling to accommodate. I decided that I would have a good communication with my aunt and maybe I could solve this dispute.
This experience made me understand that the problems in the family are not only the way husband and wife get along, but also the difference in values between parents and children. I turned on my phone and started messaging my aunt, hoping that we could be honest with each other and understand each other. On the road of feelings, perhaps communication is the most important.
Afterwards, my aunt came to me again and said that she was upset about some trivial matters at home. I listened to her story, and it turned out that there was some misunderstanding between my aunt and her son, and she felt that she was isolated and could not be mixed with the life of her family in the slightest. I began to reproach her son, but my aunt sided with her son and accused me of not medling in her family affairs. At first I was very disappointed, but after my aunt spoke her mind, I realized that she just wanted me to be a friend by her side and didn't want me to have any problems with her family.
So, I began to respect my aunt's ideas and just silently help her. As the days passed, in the process of getting along with my aunt, I gradually discovered her deep affection and kindness, and also understood the love and tolerance between family members. However, I also realized how difficult it is to love. The two of us are getting older, and the impulsiveness and rashness of the past are gone, replaced by more precipitation and forbearance. For us, love is more based on the tolerance and understanding of family and affection.
Soon, my aunt invited me to a family party with me. At the party, I met my aunt, my aunt's sister. As soon as my aunt saw me, she began to accuse my aunt: "Why do you like such an ugly bastard?" I felt very embarrassed and aggrieved, and I didn't know how to respond. The aunt was also a little angry, and she said to the aunt, "How can you say that about him, he is a good man!" but the aunt did not give up, and bluntly said that she thought that my appearance was really difficult for her to accept.
This family reunion took a toll on me, and I was really fed up with the constant questioning and criticism of my appearance. I began to wonder if the relationship between me and my aunt was possible. Perhaps, my aunt is just being friendly in front of me and laughing at me for being ugly behind my back. For a while, I became suspicious of my aunt, and I wondered if the relationship between us would be made more difficult because of such external factors.
In the face of outside opinions and criticism, I had to re-examine my heart, and I began to wonder if the relationship between myself and my aunt really had a future. The frustration of this family reunion made me feel very lost. I needed time to sort out my thoughts and figure out how my relationship with my aunt was going to develop.
After coming down from the mountain, my mood was no longer as cheerful as before. The ridicule of my aunt and her pessimistic attitude towards marriage made me feel helpless. I know very well that her personal experience has caused her to have all kinds of uneasiness and worries about love. I don't regret my sincere confession to her, but I also understand that in addition to emotions, practical issues in real life are more important and it takes time to take time between us.
As we got along, I gradually realized that my aunt's worries went far beyond marital problems. At a dinner party, she told me worriedly that her son had recently become more cold and impatient with her. She became worried, and I comforted her, and I made no secret of my displeasure. I began to feel more and more clearly her anxiety and insecurity about her son, and the contradictions that arose from it. I had a plan in mind and decided to find an opportunity to talk about it. This night, I have been rejoicing in my decision.