I was awakened by the bleak crows of the crows on X Month A. I got up from the single bed, and after a brief wash, I woke up my husband on the double bed. Several years have passed. I used to be this man’s nurse. Became his wife and moved into this spacious house. The curtains are brown and the floor is gray. In short, the color of the furniture is as cold as the man's eyes.
During breakfast, we exchanged greetings as usual. I said that I would go to my son to have a look. This would inevitably be questioned by him again. The topic of children has always been our culprit, but besides these, what else can we talk about?
I did give my son the pension. He just doesn't have a job for the time being. I am now in good condition and buy something to see what's wrong with him. He is my son, he is my only relative in this world. I ran into a little trouble yesterday
on X Month B.
This trouble is nothing to my rich husband, so I wrote "trouble" on the note, looking forward to the reply the next day.
In the end, I actually expected it. What I didn't expect was that he would let my grandson join the army! Is it so difficult to give us some money for our grandson to go to university? My husband kept reprimanding my son again, and I also used his daughter to fight him back, but after all I wanted him, and in the end I could only remain silent.
My husband finally agreed to think about it. I finally saw a glimmer of hope, and even helped him to pour coffee. He became a lot more active. When he left the table, he said "follow me". Of course I understood what it meant, but at this time I mentioned it. It makes me a little dumbfounded to make love.
On X month C, my
husband developed peritonitis while swimming, and I became a “nurse” again. The husband lying on the hospital bed was no longer so aggressive. He recalled, “This is how we met ten years ago. "Yes, ten years have passed.
During the period, I also met with his bastard daughter. This nasty girl seemed to be inseparable from cigarettes. I asked her to see her father. Do more business and stop spending the parents’ money. It seems that she looks like I didn't take my words seriously, what a jerk!
I also went to church to pray for my husband's safety. He still cannot die, at least for now, not yet.
On X month D, my
husband was finally discharged from the hospital. I should also talk to him about his grandson’s going to college. I didn’t expect him to tell me, "All the inheritance after my death will be given to my daughter. You will get a generous sum every month. pension".
This is like a bolt from the blue for me. I don't know what happened between him and his daughter, but how much money would a stingy person like him give me? How can this be enough for my children and grandchildren? How does my grandson go to university?
I finally couldn't help but ask, "You gave all your money to that brain-disabled daughter?" My husband retorted me as usual, "I have no obligation to raise your useless son!"
How could he say that to me? As a wife for ten years, I have been taking care of you, washing and cooking for you, doing housework for you, waking you up in the morning, turning off half of the game you watched at night and helping you cover your quilt. If it wasn’t for me in these ten years , Can you have today? Where is your daughter in these ten years? What else can she do besides wasting your money?
I was anxious, and there was no point in arguing. I couldn’t let my son continue to live like this, and I couldn’t let my grandson join the army.
I have to do something. At noon
on X Month E,
I prepared my husband’s favorite rice porridge, some vegetables, pork liver, carrot juice, and needed medicine. He ate the food I prepared as if it had never happened before, and then took the medicine.
After a long time I dared not enter his bedroom again. He should be dead. I checked the books. The medicine he took was enough to kill him due to a sudden heart attack, but who knows that these medicines are good for me What about? Who doesn't take medicine indiscriminately these days.
I stared at the pictures on the wall for a long time. There are pictures of me when I was young, a photo of me and my husband, and my son—he was so handsome at that time. I looked at them. Actually, I still love my husband, but this "love" is nothing compared to my children and grandchildren.
I was still a little scared when I saw his body, but I didn’t have much time. I burned the draft of his will and put the prohibited drugs on his bedside. No one knew our dispute, no one knew his will. Content, I can get what I deserve.
At the
funeral of X month F, I cried and swollen eyes. Soon my husband’s daughter and I came to the lawyer to discuss the division of the property. Because there was no written will, I was given half of the husband’s property. As for the large sum of cash in the safe—neither do I Know where they went.
In the evening I went to my son's house as usual, and my daughter-in-law told me that she had a baby again, which was great. Just as we were about to celebrate, this dilapidated building went out of power, and it was time to move out.
On X month G, the
son happily planned how to plan the house left by the husband. The little grandson was playing excitedly on the bed where the husband had slept. There were some scars on the face of the elder grandson, so he should pay attention to it. The look of a college student.
We have a family of five, no, it’s six. Sitting in the spacious hall and eating dinner, what a beautiful moment is, it makes me forget my husband’s death, and makes me forget that half of this house is not mine. Let me forget those hard and difficult years, no matter what happened in the past, I am finally happy at this moment.
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