As a child, I always thought that growing up was about becoming more independent and less dependent on my parents. It wasn't until one day that I realized that growing up also means learning to face all kinds of problems and conflicts in the family.
It was a sunny day, and I went to my boyfriend's house with joy and planning to have a good conversation with his family.
When I walked into the house with my suitcase, I found my boyfriend's mother standing there, looking at me with a frown.
I felt a little uncomfortable, but greeted her politely. However, her attitude did not change, which left me feeling a little confused.
At that moment, I felt as if a boulder was pressing down on my chest, and I couldn't breathe. I smiled hard, trying to calm my emotions, but I couldn't hide the grievances and helplessness in my heart.
In the days that followed, my boyfriend's mother's attitude towards me gradually became cold and harsh. And my boyfriend and I also began to have conflicts and quarrels because of this incident.
I was tired from being disappointed and wronged again and again, and I began to reflect on my relationship with my boyfriend, and realized that conflicts and problems in my family may not be solved overnight.
In the midst of unspeakable conflicts, the relationship between me and my boyfriend gradually became strained. I began to wonder if he was hiding something about it, if he wasn't being honest with me.
These words made my heart even heavier, and I understood that there was more to it than just a title deed.
And things didn't stop. My boyfriend's mother seemed to be more and more dismissive of me, and every time she was mean to me, even explicitly asking me to leave my boyfriend.
At this time, the boyfriend walked in, and he said to his mother, "Mom, I am also responsible for this matter." I should have communicated with you sooner rather than make things so complicated.
She said, "It's all for your own good, you should know it yourself." The boyfriend was silent and didn't continue.
This incident made me even more lost and confused. I realized that family disputes might not be something I could easily resolve.
Perhaps, this is a hurdle that I have to face in my growth. Now, I can only comfort myself and tell myself to be strong and sensible, and maybe one day there will be an opportunity for change.