Married to love, but pushed me into the fire pit
In my young memories, my mother was always partial to my sister. The glint in her eyes was always extra bright when she saw her sister, and there was always a subtle hint of disappointment at me. At that time, I didn't understand the reason for this, but there was a faint pain in my heart.
My sister is the pearl of the family, beautiful, intelligent, and lively, and can always easily attract everyone's attention. I, like a shadow, silently watched her radiant in the corner. My mother's partiality, in the years we grew up, quietly grew, like a thorn, pierced deep into my heart.
That year, my sister fell in love with a poor boy, and he had almost nothing but enthusiasm and a heart that loved his sister. But the mother gladly accepted the relationship, saying, "Your sister has found true love, and this is the most important thing." "And I, under my mother's arrangement, got married to a man from a well-to-do family. The man was much older than me, and I had no affection for him, but my mother thought it was a good family affair that would give me stability.
On the eve of the wedding, I sat alone in front of the window, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and my heart was full of confusion and unwillingness. Why can my sister marry love, but I have to sacrifice my happiness for life? Tears quietly rolled down my face, and I hugged myself tight, trying to find some warmth.
On the day of the wedding, I put on a white wedding dress and looked at myself in the mirror, but I felt extremely strange. I know that from today onwards, I will live another life, but is that the life I really want?
Life after marriage is not satisfactory, my husband is busy with work, and the relationship between us is very indifferent. I often sit alone in an empty room, reminiscing about the past. At that time, I began to slowly understand that my mother's partiality may not be due to malice, but that she has different expectations and sustenances for me and my sister.
However, understanding all this did not alleviate the pain in my heart. I began to reflect on my life, should I live like this forever? Do you want to sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of your mother's expectations?
By chance, I met an old friend. He told me that although my sister and her lover lived in poverty, they lived happily. They worked hard and struggled together, and although life was difficult, their relationship became deeper and deeper.
Hearing this, an inexplicable impulse surged in my heart. I decided that I wanted to find my own life and no longer live for my mother's expectations. So, I filed for divorce from my husband.
The process was not easy, and I faced many difficulties and pressures. But I didn't give up because I knew it was the price I had to pay in order to pursue my own happiness.
Eventually, I managed to end this emotionless marriage and start my new life. I got a job, made new friends, and slowly started to regain my confidence and happiness.
Looking back, I don't resent my mother. Her partiality may have caused me pain for a while, but it also made me cherish my heart and needs more. I learned to be brave enough to pursue my own happiness and stop living for the expectations of others. Although this experience was painful, it also made me grow and strengthen.
Now I have a lot of memories of the past. I know that everyone has their own stories and experiences that have shaped their choices and biases. The same goes for mothers, in her world, she has her reasons and expectations.
Looking back, I don't want to blame anyone, but I'm full of emotion. Maybe this is life, full of uncertainties and uncertainties, but it is these variables that allow us to learn to grow and face.