If your daughter is 13 and wants a pair of leather boots, get her!

Foster 2022-04-20 09:01:44

"Why did you straighten your hair?"

"You shrug your shoulders all day and don't wear makeup, like a lesbian."

"You can never compare to a junior who is younger than you."

"You're all bad nameless people! loser!"

Imagine that there is such an old mother at home. What she is best at is to use her mouth as a weapon to attack several daughters. Even at family dinners, she is mean to death, mocking her daughter's love affair: she always likes those who fail. people.

Are you angry?

At any time, I want to slam the door with the greatest strength and walk away, away from this old witch from now on. Who wants to be suppressed all day long, and who wants to live around a negative energy bomb?

You see, even her husband can't stand it. She ran away from home many times, brought a bottle of wine, a detective novel, found a clean place, and gave her whole body a big change before returning to this home. Keep going with this old woman.

However, the last time, he did not come back, but committed suicide.

A mother who is full of negative energy is equivalent to Nuwa being drunk. She inadvertently pinches her child so that her nose is crooked and her eyes are slanted. Very destructive.

Such a bad mother.

Worst of all, we were no strangers at all.

A friend said that he didn't dare to call his mother. Almost from the second the call was connected, his mother transmitted the low pressure to him remotely, like a dark cloud, constantly complaining about the trivialities in life and telling him. Every decision must be criticized.

This movie, spends a lot of time making you hate old witches.

But it took a few minutes to let you understand how the old witch was raised.

She was also young. She had a crush on a cowboy boy during her adolescence. She always felt that if she could have a pair of small leather boots that were as cool as the boy's leather boots, the boy would definitely treat her differently. She really wanted those leather boots, a 13-year-old girl who put her thoughts on her face.

Before Christmas, my mother put a box under the tree, beautifully packaged, the size of a boot.

The little girl was so excited that the first thing she did when she woke up was to run over and open the presents.

It does have a pair of boots inside.

But not clean, new, beautiful women's boots, but a dirty pair of men's work boots covered in dirt and shit.

The little girl's mother gave her a fatal blow. Even if the girl is old and her hair is gray, she still can't help crying when she mentions this past. It was an adult woman, mocking a little girl for her crush, those boots with shit, as if telling her: What are you wishing for?

The resentment of not being able to get boots has taken root in my heart ever since.

And the shadow of being suppressed by her mother also grows in her body like this. When she becomes a mother and becomes a strong person, this kind of meanness and suppression, like genes, is inherited, and she gets pleasure from her daughters.

The eldest daughter is most like her.

The eldest daughter has an adolescent daughter, a vegetarian, who believes that if people eat meat, they will also eat the chemicals produced by animals before they die. Faced with her serious explanation, everyone's response was ridicule and ridicule.

So does the eldest daughter. She also joined in the humiliation.

Once, she hated her mother's strong, mean.

Now, she's the one she hates the most.

When a person becomes an adult, he has to face a lot of bad things in life. The shabby life in front of him slowly wears away his memory. The grievances and middle school years of adolescence become blurred and distant. He forgot his helplessness at the time, and in turn, stood on a high slope and pointed fingers at others in his adolescence.

If you have a 13-year-old daughter who wants leather boots and has a crush, remember to protect her fragile self-esteem.

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    Beverly Weston: Oh my God, I nearly neglected the punch line. Mouth cancer.