How to reconcile with the eight-character mother?

Maybe we are incompatible, and we are made for each other. That's what the fortune teller said.

Wars without smoke occur almost every day. When I was young, I cared about outsiders and what festivals it was. It's getting bigger. When my mother yelled at me, no matter whether my classmates were present or not, no matter the Chinese New Year.

This scene has been printed in my mind since I can remember, and I have been used to it until now.

What impressed me the most was when I didn't know whether I was a freshman or a sophomore. Those days were my uncle's wedding, and my mother gave me my homework. Maybe I was stupid. I don't know how hard it is to get the certificate every year, which leads my mother to yell at me.

I was born in 1997. In the countryside where my uncle got married, people held weddings, and all the seven aunts stayed at home. They all stayed at my house that night.

My mother's shouts attracted many people. All I remember is that I threw myself into grandpa's arms. Grandpa said that if she can't, she can't. Why are you so angry?

Later, I learned that my uncle got married and my grandfather gave them the new house. My mother had nowhere to take it out, and finally she took it out on me.

At first, when parents quarrel, grandparents and neighbors will come to make peace. Gradually, people stopped coming. Maybe I'm used to it. The news that mother has a bad temper has been known in all the streets.

When I grew up, I gradually began not to talk back to my mother. I told myself that she had a low level of education, so I should be considerate of her. It's a pity that I don't have the ability to punt.

I have a wart on my foot. At school, I sent a WeChat to my mother. Listen, I have something on my foot, and my mother is fine.

It's spreading, mom. Much longer. My mother won't come back.

I went to see a doctor myself, but it didn't work. "Mom, can you show me when you go back?" My mother "looked". I didn't say anything when I got home.

I had cavities in my teeth before, and the two on the right could not eat. I wanted to see a dentist to fill my teeth, and the doctor said, "I have to break my nerve", so my mother took me away. Staring at his big eyes, he gritted his teeth and said to me, "I stopped eating sugar when I was a child, so I don't want you to eat it."

I couldn't open my mouth at dinner today. There seems to be a tendon driving the pain of the nerve connecting the temple to the brain.

"Mom, it hurts." I felt the joint of the upper jaw and the lower jaw.

She still glared and said, "You don't stay up at night." I sleep at 1 1 every night, and at school I sleep at 1 1. I think it's too early for me to be a college student now.

Besides, the two have nothing to do at all, Du Niang told me, because there is constant pressure on the chin when chewing food.

My mother always does this. If there is a problem, she will never analyze, solve or deal with it. Instead, he complained blindly and spoke rudely.

Sometimes I feel wronged and deliberately leave my hometown when I choose a university, so that I can go home less and quarrel less.

I think it inspired me to be self-reliant. When I was in college, I had my own poverty allowance, scholarships for each semester, wages for work-study programs, and running errands for others to get a courier of 3 yuan. Plus, I never buy new clothes, so I actually give myself twice as much money as my parents.

I think I am semi-self-sufficient. Looking at my roommate who is also a poor student, I am always satisfied with myself. Finally, I couldn't help but say "I don't owe you" from my mother. I want to know where the affection is.

I also convinced myself that I should support myself, like a child with bad karma, and not give a penny to my family.

At the crossroads of postgraduate entrance examination and job hunting, I chose to find a job because I have to support myself. In this way, you can treat your own diseases, fill your teeth and go to the hospital for free. You can buy your favorite cosmetics without hesitation. There is no need to blame her.

I fantasize that thieves will become rich one day and never go home again. I will give them a sum of money on holidays and tell her that you don't like money? Give you all the money. You won't like my company.

I am glad that I am not depressed, terminally ill or suicidal, but I think I must be short-lived because of my depression and diseases that can never be treated in time.

I am glad that I am strong and optimistic. After having children, I want to give my daughter the best. Don't let other boys have a chance. Our teacher said that puppy love children are loveless. I think I feel the same way. I put all my spiritual support on my boyfriend and told him everything. After four years of love, he finally broke up with me last May. I don't want my daughter to feel that pain.

I want to be friends with my daughter. I want to hear what she thinks and then give her advice and help, but let her make her own decision. I want to pay attention to the child's health and take her to the hospital for treatment in time. I want to give gifts to my children often to let her know my love for her and make her feel less inferior in front of her peers.

I want to teach her to take care of children from poor families, because they may have similar childhood with me. I want to teach her that even if she has money, she can't be extravagant and vain. I want to tell her that we should create our own good life and learn to stand on our own feet. I want to love her well.

Now I am 2 1 year and four months old, but I still can't reconcile with my unreasonable mother. Is it really "born with eight characters" as the fortune teller said?