As for me, when I was nearly thirty, I still slept in the same bed with my mother.
My father was not mentally ill, but not of sound mind. He is addicted to gambling. If he can't see what he is gambling, he is pondering a certain speculative project, and the one he learned successfully has a comforting and numbing effect on his mind.
From junior high school to the age of twenty-five, I spent most of my time living on campus to escape family conflicts and female power. However, for the opposite sex, I still subtly learned the set of detachment, although the effect is very limited, on the surface it seems that I have tried and tested.
If breaking up with my first boyfriend made me realize that loving each other in my heart is not enough, meeting my current husband gave me the opportunity to learn how to love each other. The appearance of a new relative, a person who gets along day and night, brings a new way of getting along day and night, which is unprecedented in my past life.
Although this power doesn't change all the facts, including the way I get along with my mother, it's still her desire to be coaxed by me and my desire to be sober; she desires me to be part of the order she has arranged, and I desire her to let go, For this I prefer chaos.
I'm finally moving out of my current home next month. There is no place for my father in this family. He moved far away and lived on speculation and the help of relatives of his grandparents. I did not get his permission to see him, nor did I insist on seeing him until now. When things are discounted, I will think of sending him express delivery, which is considered to establish a new way of caring. And my mother, I wish her happiness and finding the right life partner, not my dad, not me.
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