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My name is Xiao Ming, I am 28 years old this year, and I am an ordinary office worker. My parents divorced when I was very young, my mother later married a wealthy man, and our family of three moved into my stepfather's big house in the city center. Although my stepfather was very nice to us, I always felt a little uncomfortable, as if I would always be just a "guest" in the house.
I've always dreamed of having my own home. It's not that my stepfather's house is bad, on the contrary, the environment is elegant and the facilities are first-class, which can be said to be the splendor. It's just that I always feel like I don't feel like I belong to me, as if I could be driven out at any moment. Perhaps it was because I experienced my parents' divorce as a child, and I subconsciously longed to have a place where I truly belonged to myself. My stepfather and stepmother were kind to me, but they couldn't replace the comfort of my own heart.
"Mom, I'm getting married. "I said to my mother one day.
"Great! I'm afraid that you, a young man of our generation, are too picky and can't find the right person. The mother said happily, "Where are you going to live?"
"I'm thinking of renting a different apartment. I considered my mouth.
"What are you going to do renting a house? You can live here, the house is so big, it's more than enough for another person. "
Last spring, I proposed to the girl I loved. We had dinner in a small restaurant near the park in a warm and romantic atmosphere. Towards the end, I took a deep breath, pulled a diamond ring out of my pocket, and proposed to her with great ambition. She was ecstatic and nodded with teary eyes. In this way, we officially embarked on a new stage of life.
After we got married, we started talking about moving. One day, I said to my fiancée, "Honey, should we rent a house for ourselves? I don't want to live in someone else's house forever." "
"But didn't your mother tell us to live with her, and the conditions are so good, why should we bother ourselves?" She frowned.
"yes, but I always feel awkward. It's not our own place after all, we're always just 'guests'. I sighed, "I dream of having my own home, which is our love nest, not to live in a relative's house." Can you understand my feelings?"
She stared at me and nodded, "I understand." Then let's rent a house by ourselves, and then buy our own house when we have saved enough money. "
That being said, I mustered up the courage to go to my stepdad and hope he would return the house. Unexpectedly, his reaction was unexpectedly tough.
"That's my house, what right do you have for me to move out?" The stepfather said angrily, "You young people are just too dissatisfied, how nice is it to live here?
"Don't call me Dad! You're just my stepson. You are going to get married and start a family in the future, and you should live on your own, don't always count on us old people. "
I was helpless. I thought my stepdad would be considerate of my feelings, but I didn't expect him to be so ruthless. I was grateful to him for taking care of us over the years, but I also felt that he was narrow-minded and lacked empathy. At this moment, I almost hated this kinship.
Back home, I was deeply remorseful and entangled. Am I doing something wrong? Is it that my demands are too much? But I really want to have my own home! It is not only a house, but also a kind of spiritual sustenance, representing a person's yearning and pursuit of life.
I silently looked back on the bits and pieces I spent with my stepfather over the years. Sometimes he was so nice to me that he almost treated me like his own son; But sometimes he unconsciously discriminates, making me feel as if I'm always just an outsider. I remember when I was a kid, the most annoying thing was when people asked me "who is your father", and I was always at a loss and didn't know how to answer.
While I was struggling, my fiancée gave me tremendous support and encouragement. She said that no matter what the future holds, she will always be with me. With her strength, I made up my mind to fight for a place for myself.
With the support and encouragement of my fiancée, I started looking around for a new home. I went to work during the day, and after work, I would go around with her, looking at this house and surveying the apartment. Sometimes we were too tired, so we had a light meal at a roadside stall and discussed various plans while eating.
And so, after a difficult search, we finally found a place to settle for our new home. Looking at the temporarily empty room, I seem to be able to foresee what kind of life it will be embellished by us. I started scouring the internet for renovation options and furniture items to get ready for this brand new home.
Although the process of finding a house was hard, my heart was full of anticipation and joy. I imagined what my new home would look like: a beige fabric sofa in the living room, soft wood furniture in the bedroom, blue for the kitchen cabinets, and a small piano in the corner of the living room so that I could play a song for my loved one from time to time.
What makes me even more excited is that this will be a truly our own home, and we can furnish it to our liking, without having to follow other people's aesthetics and requirements. We can take care of it however we want, no one has any objection to having pets, and we don't have to take into account other people's feelings if we want to invite friends to visit. With our own home, we have an independent life.
However, it also means that we will have to be on our own feet. Although my income is decent at the moment, it is not easy to support my family. I started working harder to earn more money and prepare for my future family life. Sometimes I work late at night, but I always have a hope for a better life, which is like a small flame that will never be extinguished, warming my heart.
"Honey, let's follow this plan for the renovation of our new home, what do you think?" One night, I asked my fiancée for advice with a copy of the blueprint.
"You're already thinking that far ahead?" She smiled and said, "But if you have a child, of course, you have to give a nest." At that time, you will also have to put some toys in the living room, plus a small bookcase. "
"I can imagine what you said. She held my hand, her eyes full of anticipation, "Let's come on, we must work hard to create an ideal life!"
I nodded vigorously, determined in my heart. Yes, although there is still a long way to go, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to reach the home of our dreams.
Just a week before we were ready to move into our new home, something unexpected happened.
I turned on my phone's flashlight and cast the light into it, trying to see who was doing it inside. At that moment, the man seemed frightened and dropped the folder on the ground in a panic. I squinted my eyes and saw the man's face, it was my stepfather!
I couldn't figure out why my stepfather would do such a thing in such a place, and what kind of papers he had in his hand? A sense of foreboding arose and I decided to pursue it.
I tiptoed in, only to see my stepfather rummaging through for something. By the light of my phone, I saw that he was holding the folder, and I suddenly felt weird, and I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"
"Give it to me!" I was about to snatch the folder from his hand, but he held on to it.
"Why do you want to watch it? It's none of your business!" The stepfather snapped.
"It's okay, that's about our family!" My tone grew agitated, "Some of your recent actions are so suspicious, I have to figure out what's going on!"
"You white-eyed wolf cub, you always obstruct it!" He suddenly yelled, "This house is rightfully mine, what right do you have to question me?"
I was startled by his roar, and my heart was shocked. It turned out that it was all for the house! I gritted my teeth and was determined to find out.
"Who that house belongs to, let's find out now!" I tried my best to get over the folder, but I couldn't. We scuffled together, you came and went, and the scene was very ugly for a while.
Just then, I inadvertently kicked over an old cardboard box, and the contents of the box were scattered all over the floor. I was stunned, those turned out to be a few decades-old title deeds and title certificates!
"What are these?" I picked up a deed and looked at it, and it was written with my mother's name written on it!
"Drop it! It's all mine!" My stepfather snatched the contract from me in embarrassment, with a hideous look on his face.
"Are you trying to lie to us? This house belonged to my mother from the beginning!" I finally understood everything, "You've been hiding the truth for years!"
I was furious, but shocked. It turned out that all this was an elaborate scam by my stepfather, who deliberately concealed the true ownership of the house and deceived my mother and me for a long time. The thought of us living as "guests" in his house all these years makes me extremely sad and indignant.
I began to think back to all the suspicious signs of the past, which now finally had a reasonable explanation. The reason why my stepfather was always so domineering and authoritarian to us was because he had been using the house as a means of threat and control. He made us treat him with deference for fear that we would challenge his "authority."
But how could a truly decent man do such a despicable thing? Did he ever think about how much trauma his actions would cause to my mother and me? He kept saying that it was for the sake of "family", but he didn't treat us as family at all!
An unprecedented sense of helplessness and confusion enveloped me. I began to doubt life and the reliability of all family relationships. Can relationships between people in the face of the temptation of money and profit seem so fragile now?
There was a fog in front of my eyes, and I couldn't find any way out. I looked at my stepfather in fear, fearing that he would do something even more unconscionable next. On this weightless night, I was in an unprecedented state of panic and confusion about the future.
While I was struggling in agony, an unexpected discovery added another breakthrough to the dispute.
The next morning, I was anxiously waiting in the kitchen for my mother to get up. I stayed up all night last night, and my mind was full of my stepfather's hideous looks and invectives. I made up my mind that I must make him admit the truth and never give up until he achieved his goal.
That's when I stumbled upon a small box containing old photos. I thought it was just some old photos, so I picked it up and looked at it. However, unexpectedly, at the bottom of a pile of life photos, lies a real estate certificate from decades ago.
It dawned on me that this house did not belong to my stepfather from the beginning, but to my own father's inheritance! No wonder my stepfather was so obsessed and so despicable, it turned out that he had stolen my share of the inheritance under the banner of his mother!
I excitedly kept the evidence carefully and began to investigate the origin of the house. Sure enough, after some effort, I found more evidence that the house belonged to my father from the beginning, and that my stepfather was only clever enough to take it for himself.
Now that I finally have the key evidence to turn things around! I firmly believe that as long as I put all this in front of my stepfather, he will have nothing to say but to obediently accept his fate.
With this unexpected joy, my heart suddenly opened up. The fog of the past was finally cleared, and I found my direction in life.
I was determined to get justice for my mother and for myself! That cunning fellow had deceived us for too long, and it was time for him to taste what it would be like to be exposed.
I am full of anticipation and hope for the future. I believe that as long as we adhere to justice, good and evil will eventually be rewarded. I no longer have to be beaten passively, I will be the active party in the battle, I will fight for my own rights and interests, and fight for the dignity of my life!
After getting this key piece of evidence, I began to reflect on the root of the conflict between myself and my stepfather.
On the surface, the war seems to be just a dispute over the inheritance of a property. But in reality, it reflects a deeper generational conflict and opposition of values.
The stepfather belonged to the previous generation, and his way of thinking was stuck in the old traditional ideas. In his view, the core of the family is power and hierarchy, and the elders naturally have absolute authority. He rests on his laurels, taking it for granted that he can point fingers and be above us.
This real estate battle is actually a saber-rattling contest between two concepts. What we are fighting for is not only a house, but also a way of survival and the orientation of the value of life.
The stepfather undoubtedly represents traditional patriarchal authoritarianism. Under this concept, the family is a hierarchical system, and the elders are the "emperors" in the family. Children must always obey and always endure, without any rights and dignity to speak of.
What I am looking for is a modern idea of family democracy. Family members should treat each other as equals and respect each other. Everyone should have an independent personality and the right to make choices about their own life.
This is the key to the confrontation between our old and new ideologies. We're all fighting for our way of life, and none of us want to back down easily. It is a protracted battle, and the flames of war will continue until one side wins outright.
I came to my stepfather with irrefutable evidence, determined to fight it out.
"Look what this is!" I threw the yellowed old deed in front of him, "This house has belonged to my father from the beginning, and you have been hiding the truth and deceiving us for so many years!"
My stepfather's face turned blue for a moment, and his gaze wandered over the contract and my face, looking bewildered.
"It doesn't matter anymore. I looked him in the eye and said in a firm and powerful tone, "The important thing is that I now ask you to move out of this house immediately!
"You're doing this to me!" His voice suddenly rose high, and his eyes were fierce, "I have been raising your mother and son for decades, but you have broken my heart like this!"
"You deceived us first!" I retorted, "You keep saying that this house is yours and that we should live like guests, but that's not the case at all. You don't even think of us as family!"
"So what?" He said with a gloomy face, "I married your mother for this house!
I almost fell to the ground by his hideous sumo wrestling. This guy is so vicious and shameless! He had ulterior motives from the beginning, and he came into our lives for the sake of this house. Our relationship for so many years is nothing more than an exchange of interests in his eyes!
"You're so mean!" I gritted my teeth and said, "We have always done our best for you, but you treat us as enemies! You don't deserve to be a good husband or father!"
"Hmph, you young people are just too naïve!" He sneered and said, "In this society, power and money are the most important things. Do you think you can change anything with your poor idealism?"
We argued so fiercely, you came and went, and it was very tense for a while. I finally saw the true face of this hypocritical fellow, he was a flamboyant liar with a scheming trick, an opportunist who only knew how to chase fame and fortune!
And I represent the ideas and values of the new generation. We are no longer humble and tolerant like our ancestors, but have to fight for our own rights. We must defend our dignity, strive for an independent life, and not be a "vassal" to anyone.