Memories are very difficult, but I want them now, which gives me little satisfaction.
I'm extremely thin, and I'm 1 foot 7 9 and weigh less than 110 pounds. When I was a kid, I was in the same shape, never fat. I've been fighting with people since I was a kid, but I've been beaten a lot more often. I was angry and angry when I was beaten.
My parents are from the countryside, Tangshan. My father passed the second high examination, when he had the State Enterprise job exam, and came to the site of the factory, where he worked and settled, and my mother followed him when he married. My father's unit is the Tangshan Three Friends Group. It's big. I've lived in the family building of the San Francisco plant since I was a kid.
In elementary school, my uncle suddenly went back from Dong Zheng to the South Fort Development Area and went to my mother with his wife, whom he knew. I don't know where to start about him, but family matters are always messy.
My grandmother had three children, the first with my ex-husband, the second with my mother and the third with my uncle. In my mother's mouth, her son-in-law never learned from childhood. My mother ' s parents did not support my mother ' s attendance at school, but fully supported my uncle.
I've never heard anything serious about my mother's family, and she probably means that my uncle only takes care of his family and doesn't care about his studies. His lower secondary school, his upper secondary school, was reluctant to take him, and he was forced to stay in school with a lot of money from his family. He kept paying his family, which he spent a lot of money on. Then he got into college, computer science, and became proud of the village.
After graduation, he was humiliated by his co-villagers and was said to be incapable. When he returned to his home, he punched him in the wall and vowed to break his career and went to Dongjun to embrace the circle of Deng Xiaoping.
This description must be even more untrue, and it is not true to repeat it, and I have a very distorted impression of what my mother told me.
My mother also stated that he had been deceived and had his arm broken.
My grandmother's ex-husband was strong and handsome and then went to jail for robbery. My grandmother took my sister-in-law and married the loser in the village and gave birth to my mother and my uncle. After my uncle came back from Dong-chun, he and my grandfather seemed to hate each other very much, and each meeting was an unending situation. Perhaps my uncle despised his father for having such a father. Of course, this is nonsense, and such simple subjective assumptions cannot be believed.
Writing about the family requires a lot of words to make things clear, a lot of lengthy words, and very little information. Because of my mother, I have been extremely impatient in my family. Let's just keep writing about sex and remember what I can remember.
My uncle borrowed $230,000 from my mother as soon as he returned to the north. He hasn't paid it yet. He also bought computer accessories and repaired them at the express point.
When he came back, my mother was very excited and I cursed his wife, and she said that this southern bitch looked like a guacamole, did not work and did not do housework but spent my uncle's money on snacks and cosmetics. In her opinion, my uncle fell on his wife. If he married a housewife, it wouldn't be like this. My mom used to help out at my uncle's delivery point, and when he was upset about his job, he spread his anger over my mom. And then after the word "Edie" appeared on the Internet, the first thing I thought about was my mom.
And there's a lot of dramas or something like that. My mother loved watching TV.
My uncle brought me something new. When I was in fifth and sixth grade, he rode his motorcycle. A big pedal, the Lord's. The automatic motorbike was a bit crazy, and I broke the gas door, and the car got out like a dog, and then I hit the wall and broke the bumper, and my uncle never let me touch the car again. He told me that he used to ride a lot faster than the watch shows. I even rode three rounds of his delivery. I thought it was good. I used to ride all kinds of cars.
He used to talk to me about the parts of the computer when he fixed it, and I learned how a computer should be installed. One time, my mom picked up a broken case for me, and I filled up the parts, installed the system, attached my computer monitor to it, and turned it on. I gave my uncle a keyboard mouse monitor, and then I had two computers.
I played Sin City on my uncle's computer. It should be the first better game I've ever played. Then I found some porn on his computer, all of them women and dogs. I still don't know how he found it. There is also a folder containing a lot of photographs, from dress to undress to dress. She was wearing fun underwear and a very pornographic mask.
I had no idea what I was doing to my uncle. He doesn't have any kids today. Maybe he likes me. And I was at home listening to my mother swearing at my uncle and his wife and playing with my uncle. My memories of him are completely blurred, and even clearer are his car, his computer, his games and his porn.
And then my parents started selling some of his flash drive, mouse and stuff on foot. This may have aroused my dad's interest. He started entering a lot of stockings, piled up on my balcony. He is no longer content with the fate of an ordinary national worker, and he will reverse the mediocre reality by selling socks. And then these socks accumulated in my house for years, and when I went to high school, they gradually disappeared from my house. The greatest beneficiaries of the parent stand should be me, because they've been out there for a long time and I don't have to study at home and play games for a long time.
My aunt's normal, but she's pretty white and she has big tits.
My grandmother went down to work one day and broke down. My mother brought her to my house for treatment. When I followed my mother to the hospital, my grandmother was covered in blood, and the smell of old and blood mixed into a very stingy smell.
In my mother's mouth, my grandmother was bad for her. She didn't give my mother the warmth she never called. She never supported my mom in school. After my mother finished her junior high school, she said it was the result of her efforts to fight her parents. My mom said she got better grades in school than I did. She should not have lied because, in her description of her student age, she probably thought she was one of the best students of discipline in her class, and justice had to be a little annoying. She states that, despite this, she was not respected by her classmates and teachers, as her parents were not treated in the village.
My mom specializes in agricultural mechanics. After graduation, she worked at the Food Bureau and was laid off. In her mouth, her mother was the same as the rural women that many people remembered. My grandmother thought my mom shouldn't be working, she went to the Food Bureau, and she went to other jobs after my mom got laid off, and she couldn't work. In addition, she often hanged her mother to blackmail her, forcing her not to work.
When I speak here, my mother becomes a perfect victim, with tears turning in her eyes.
That's why I thought my mom was stupid. Because after my grandmother fell down, she served me for 15 years. Until the end of last year, my grandmother finally died and went where she should have been 15 years ago.
After the information age, everyone received an exponential increase in information, and everyone knew countless things, including me. However, many ideas are simply given to us by the outside system and do not know that they represent or represent the interests of those groups. So, they are just texts that exist in the human mind. But it's absolutely true that there's no filial son in bed. It is too painful to care for an elderly person who cannot take care of himself.
When I write about my family, my writing is very different from writing about school experiences.
When I was little, I went back home with my mother, and my grandma liked me, and I used to play with me, and there was something in my memory. With age, I feel pain and anger when I think of my grandmother playing with me.
Later, the people who knew my mother in the development area spoke of her praise and praise as a rare filial son. My grandmother was unable to take care of herself after she broke, and my mother fed her every day, took her to shit and pee, gave her a motor joint, wiped out her body, and gave her feet. My grandmother used to pee in bed and my mom always changed her sheets. Over the years, my grandmother's situation is getting worse and my mother getting tired. After my grandmother died, I went home and heard my mother talking to a similar aunt, who had an old man at her house, and who was so excited to share her feelings about the treatment of urine.
My grandmother often whispers, regardless of time, sometimes very loudly. Every time she screamed, my mother yelled at her, but it didn't work. She'll suddenly yell at me while I'm doing my homework and sleeping, and it's really affecting me.
According to my mother, it's my grandmother's obsession. She loved her ex-husband. She loved my aunt. She despised my grandfather and my mother. She loved my uncle. After my ex-husband went to prison, my grandmother particularly missed him. Finally, after years of having my mother and my uncle, she got what she wanted. On the night of the thunderstorm, her ex-husband entered her house yard and put her hands and face on the window and looked at my grandmother.
One year my mother finally couldn't stand my grandmother's constant demands and sent her back to my aunt's house in the village. My mother brought her back in a few months, and she was covered in scabies.
My family's house is very poor, which is not commensurate with the size of my father's unit. My family has a small living room, a small kitchen toilet balcony, two big bedrooms. My grandmother lives in one, my parents live in one. This makes my activities at home very small because my grandmother's room stinks.
When I was a kid, my mom didn't find another job, she raised me full time. After two years of taking care of myself, my grandma broke up. My mother then thought she couldn't stop working and started cleaning the streets. This makes me wonder, because my dad's salary is not enough to support her family, and she's more educated than most people in the development area. Her work as a cleaner also makes me feel ashamed in front of my classmates, because most of her classmates are children of Sanctuary employees living in the same neighborhood. She chose to work as a cleaner because the cleaner worked for one or two hours at 4:00 a.m. and for one or two hours in the afternoon, with modest wages. So she could spend most of her time looking after my grandmother. She had changed to a breakfast shop, but the breakfast shop used to drag my mother to work until morning and she went back to work as a cleaner. By the time my uncle came back from Dongguan, my grandmother was paralyzed, and my mother needed to take care of my grandmother, sweep the streets, make delivery for my uncle, and look after me.
When I talk to my mom, I'll be honest, I respect you, I appreciate you, I understand your behavior, but I think you're stupid.
When my mom doesn't have time, she makes me turn over to my grandma and not take her piss. And I'll turn my grandma over, but it's disgusting every time.
My grandmother's years of drag have made my mom tired and I'm very sorry for her. At the end of last year I got a phone call from my mom, and she said I was suffocating and let me go home. I was so excited to get on the train the next morning. I was in bad shape. My grandmother's death made me feel better.
After the funeral, my mother and my sister-in-law had a fight, and my mother slapped her hands, strangled her feet and shouted hysterically.
When I was a kid, my mom made me learn so hard that I learned so well. I used to play outside when I was a kid and I spent most of my time doing homework. And then I learned it easy, and I've had good grades, and she stopped me studying. I don't appreciate her for forcing me to study, and I don't hate her for it.
Now my grandpa is getting old at my house. In my memory, my uncle cried at my grandmother's funeral and never visited his parents. My aunt too. They seem to be illegal.
I had a dog when I was a kid, a dog with black and white flowers, a bitch, a butterfly dog. I loved this puppy when my parents and I went out and bought it for five bucks. He was fat when he first bought it, he was called fat and he grew up thin. There's a beautiful plaza in front of the administration building of the Sanmo Group, and there's artificial lake. When I grew up, I took him to the square every day. Sometimes I go out in the shallows of the artificial lake and I swim around. I've been holding it at home, and the elders who come to my house will think it's unsanitary.
When he was a year old, he had a bunch of pups, more fat than when he was a kid. I play a lot. One day I played those little dogs, fat in the other room. I accidentally fell on the dog, and the dog screamed, and the fat man came and looked, and he saw the dog on the ground and me, and he didn't do anything. Since then, it has sometimes been unstable.
The dog gave me his grandfather, and he didn't feed him. He died.
He was sent away when he was over a year old. My aunt and uncle were married, and my aunt married him with a daughter. When I was over a year old, my mother was pregnant before my grandmother fell, and she was going to give my uncle another child. She should have been almost 50. To avoid family planning, she sought refuge in my home. The dogs were said to be bad for pregnant women, and the adults decided to send fatty to their villages of origin, where my grandmother's family would bring them back when my mother gave birth.
My father was hardly as powerful as his traditional father's image, and he and I were basically talking to me about a reference book, or something like history. But as soon as we talk about important things, like family, like what's in his heart, he shuts up and doesn't say a word. As of today, he has never spoken to me, not a word. But when my aunt lives in my house, he will show me discipline. Looks like his brother is important to him.
My cousin, my mother's daughter, lived with my mother for a long time.
My mom and dad told me the dog ran away. I called my grandmother, and she said the dog ran away, and I don't believe it, because fatty is smart and my grandmother's wall is high. So I was so restless to ask for details. That's when I heard my grandmother on the other side of the phone, and he said she couldn't even hold a baby. I realized they might have lied to me from the beginning and started swearing. I don't remember how the phone hung up.
Then I called Big Uncle and I yelled at him again. He took me seriously. He even lied to me and wouldn't take it seriously. My cousin had dinner at my house once, at the table, and I yelled at my cousin. My dad was very upset, and he made me admit it. I yelled at my dad and I cried. In my memory, I've been told that my mother thinks I'm not.
I was so unstable, I cried. Once I tried to go out looking for dogs and went to another factory in the development area, very far away, very long before I came back. The family is crazy.
I was very young, and I basically lost my memory as a child, and only these things were remembered. Hate is a good thing. It does not disappear over time, but grows indefinitely in the consciousness. To this day, hatred for this matter has become in my heart a huge star that will not collapse and burn in my heart.
My father seemed to be looking to adults on this matter, and he never talked to me about it. I think my father loves me, and I love my father. I don't know if he loves his brother more. I don't hate my father for it, but when I think of what my father did, I feel sad and helpless.
Now that my grandmother and grandfather are dead, my uncle and my father have broken up completely, and it seems that my uncle does not love his brother. I should never see him again.
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BREAK AWAY
A self-inflicted program called "Tangshan Youth - History of Violence"
Stetting.
Self-inflicted material program, blood dreams and sea tires.
The woods.
I can't castrate myself. Dream.
Peaches.