I am a girl who has had a smooth life from birth to marriage. I'm not the hard-working type who wants to get ahead. After graduating from college, I worked as a small white-collar worker in a listed company. Usually work is easy, there is no pressure, and life is leisurely and comfortable. After all, my parents are both in business. Although they are small in scale, they don't have to worry about food and clothing. Don't say that they have loved my little girl since I was born. Even now my brother and sister-in-law love me very much. I have never cooked or washed clothes at home.
I always thought that other girls lived like me, belonging to the pampered and well-behaved big sister who didn't know it. On the other hand, my husband is an employee of our subordinate branch. At an annual meeting more than two years ago, I drank too much. He drove me back in the company car, and we started dating after we got to know each other. I am the kind of person who will stick to what I like and get what I want. But when my parents and brother knew that I was going to marry in the countryside, the boyfriend I was looking for was from a poor family. I was just a clerk in a company and had no status or wealth. I have never seen such fierce opposition and unanimous opinion since I was a child. However, my small temper is not for fun, and it is not ambiguous to launch a protest hunger strike. My family used to spoil me. Seeing my posture, I was distressed and helpless, and finally put it down.
When it comes to material things, I am naturally a hundred times stronger than my husband's family. I have a house that my brother bought for me when I was still in college. Covering an area of 100 square meters, it has all kinds of facilities. Although it is my pre-marital property, we will live here after marriage, so my husband's family doesn't have to prepare a wedding room for us, saving a lot of money. Finally, they took 80,000 bride price according to local customs, and my parents married me a 400,000 car.
Before I got married, including meeting my in-laws and relatives, they were all very enthusiastic about me. Everywhere I go, I see smiling faces and hear compliments about how beautiful, cute and well-off I am. I am a 100% satisfied daughter-in-law type, which makes me feel that I should be loved as much as my family when I get married. At that time, my sister-in-law was so optimistic that she joked with me that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not easy to get along with, which made me more or less careful. But after reading the attitude of my husband's family before marriage, I think they are all very kind and confident to me.
The wedding was held in my hometown in the country. The day after I got married, I learned to fight a real duel. I slept very late that day. After all, it is rare to take a wedding leave. The first day of the wedding was very tired, and the whole person felt more tired than before. I get up after ten. My husband got up early when I woke up. I cleaned up and got dressed. When I came out, I saw my husband and mother-in-law in the living room. I didn't look at their faces either. I just sit in the living room and play with my mobile phone. This is my usual habit.
At my mother's house, my mother always cooks breakfast and puts it in an insulated box. If I have a rest, they won't wake me up, saying that they are afraid to disturb my sleep, whenever I get up for dinner. So I often say, "Honey, why don't you have breakfast?" Before he could speak, I heard a shrill female voice in my ear. I looked up and it was my mother-in-law. She said to me in that extremely angry and obviously emotional tone: "You can't do it yourself without hands!" I was puzzled at that time and asked my husband what was going on with a natural and heartfelt question. Do you have to make your own breakfast? So my mother-in-law scolded me for making a vase, and I could only look at it and expect nothing. Until now, I don't understand what I did wrong to be treated like this. Also, their family changed their faces before and after marriage, don't you think?