Maybe I have met too many people who are too cunning, and I no longer want to deal with the living people. Instead, I like to stay quiet. There is no need to fight with each other, there is no need to be sweet and sweet talk to please.
However, on a makeup slip, I met a girl who was four or five years younger than me. She was getting married and asked me to paint bridal makeup.
The night before we got married, we talked all night, and the conversation was very pleasant, and she recognized me as my sister, and I felt a little sudden, just such a short night, I actually had an extra sister [covering my face].
Later, she always told me to go to her house to eat, and always went to the field to pick some fresh vegetables for me to take with me. She speaks a little badly, but she is still moderate, and I feel that it is good to get along this way.
When did you start to feel a little knotty! It was a year later, she gave birth, and my boyfriend and I went from the city for two hours to the hospital to see her, and the words began to be prickly. As soon as you open your mouth, it feels like it's intimidating, with that dismissive hum from time to time. I felt a hint of embarrassment. I think it could be postpartum depression and shouldn't be bothered with her.
However, in the future, she became more and more difficult to speak. At that time, my boyfriend and I were still in a run-in period. I'll tell her about it. She may feel that I am wronged and a little unaccustomed to my boyfriend. It's hard to hear. I understand, and I don't blame her.
Until one time, because of the membership coupon, I bought a few more bags of rice, thinking that she was usually good to me, I was ready to send a bag to her.
I didn't want to go and counted me down first, I just joked, didn't want to worry, and then she counted down my boyfriend in front of me in front of people I didn't know, said how bad he was, and let me break up with my boyfriend. I looked at the strangers around me, embarrassed, eager to find a place to get in.
I told her not to say it. But she couldn't stop. And those so-called friends who knew her very well actually came together to persuade me to break up with my boyfriend.
At this moment I felt like I was going to be stripped of layers, and I don't know if she told them all that I told her when I wasn't there. Thinking about being naked makes me feel groundless. All afternoon there was either counting me down or counting down my boyfriend. From time to time, I hum a little, feeling disdainful. It made me extremely upset, no matter how many times I told her to shut up, but I just couldn't stop. The more I talk about it, the more energetic it becomes.
I felt like I was running out of time and was ready to go. One of my friends told me to stay for dinner. I said I didn't eat it. Need to avoid the mouth, usually eat more vegetarian.
My sister then said, don't eat if you don't eat! Tell that person to leave her alone, she is just being pretentious. I was stunned, I hadn't eaten at her house, had I forgotten my taste so quickly? [Cover my face] I thought I was really angry, I said a word to her, and left.
Thinking that I was kind enough to send you something, I was punched in the face and lost face. Instantly I felt like I never wanted to see her again.
If it were you, would you still be friends with her?