Very scared.

I want to talk casually.

If you're not in a good mood when you read this paragraph, don't read it, as if it doesn't exist.

I'm sorry, but these things shouldn't be put here to vent.

But I have no one to say, the person I love the most is Su Bai, and the one I am most comfortable with is also in my own novels.

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Mom and Dad are divorced.

Dad cheated and forcibly divorced Mom.

It's been nearly three years since the divorce, and I found out more than half a year ago.

I discovered that my mother's cowardice, and the weakness of my mother's whole family, were breathtakingly weak.

My dad kept it a secret from me, saying he lived in the school dormitory.

At one point I sympathized with him, in fact, he had a new home.

After knowing about this, I asked my mother who my little mother was, and I asked for more than half a year, and I have asked again today.

Mom's answer was: I heard that it was a teacher, much younger than him, divorced with a child.

I asked: What exactly?

Mom said: I just heard some rumors, and I don't know who it is, and this information is not certain.

Mom said: Everyone I used to know knew your father, and they would definitely not tell me if I asked, and after the divorce, many of your father's friends, who used to be good uncles and aunts, now ignore me.

I felt very depressed in my heart, there was someone who destroyed my family, and I didn't want to do anything to my father for her.

But at least I want to know who it is, and if my mother dies one day, I want to know who I should die with.

I was so upset that I begged my mom to inquire.

My mom said, "Your dad and I don't have anything to do with me anymore, I'm asking what I'm doing here."

I said, but this is my little mother, it has something to do with me, and I will feel better knowing it.

My mother reluctantly asked again: If you have to know, I will send you to his house to see you directly, face to face.

I said, "Mom, I begged you, for your daughter's sake, I don't want to fight with her, I beg you to go and ask if it's okay?"

Mom still didn't want to, she said, I know I can't do anything with that woman, so I don't need to know.

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I was furious.

I care about it, even though I won't do anything until no one does.

My father has a certain position, and for the sake of his decency, he has been covering up this matter, and I have been covering it up for him for several years.

I tried to save the face of my family, suppressing a child's instinct for fear.

I pleaded with my mother for help to get information and reassure myself in a way that didn't tear my face.

My mother just asked me, "Do you know what those are for, do you know what they can do?"

Mother just said, your father, I hate him, I don't want to have anything to do with him, I don't want to look into this matter.

I think that such a mother is not qualified.

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This question has been entangled for more than half a year, and each time I respect my mother and endure my own uneasiness.

This time, my mother's questioning was right, completely ignoring my feelings, and I finally couldn't help it.

I said: If you don't tell me, I'll go directly to the forum in our area and post it directly as my daughter. For the sake of this family, I endured, pretending to be family harmony, pretending that you are not divorced, I am very tired, I think I should change a little bit of your care, in exchange for a little bit of information I want to know, not to ask you to do anything, just a little bit of news to make me feel at ease.

Mom is still the same question: you know who this person is, what is the role, we just have to live by ourselves.

This time I finally calmed down and replied: You and your father have lived for so many years, if that woman wants to fix you and knows how to find you, if something really happens, you want to find that woman, can you find it?

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Mom suddenly remembered something.

My mother said that in the spring, there were often strange vehicles parked next to our yard, and once my mother appeared in the yard (planting vegetables), she would lean on the side of the road for many days, and even stick to the door of our house and park on the edge of the iron fence.

Again, the time was too long, the location of the car was too much, my mother took a picture and asked my father, and after my father pretended to check, he said that it was the school next to the side to pick up the children, in fact, the location of our home is the most edge of the community, and it is impossible to have a vehicle to pick up the children and park there.

When my brother came home, my mother asked my brother to warn my father, and after that, there were fewer cars, but not for nothing.

Mom said: Yes, you reminded me that the enemy is bright and I am dark, at least I must know in my heart.

I shuddered as I listened, and my hairs stood on end.

At this point, my mother still didn't have a sense of defense, and simply said that I had nothing to do with him, and I wanted to run away from him.

But she can escape, but my father will always be my father, what should I do?

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I remember asking my brother for most of the year.

My brother said: Who knows who is in his house, I don't care anyway.

I prayed to my uncle and asked him to help him check, and he agreed, twice.

I asked again later, but to no avail.

He said: I think your father can still help you and your brother a little, if you check, how bad it is to be stiff.

So it's good that someone is keeping an eye on my mom.

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I think it's a little scary.

My father could have been so decisive about my mother.

My little mom can be cruel to me and my brother.

I remember my dad saying that he was very disappointed in me and my brother because he had a friend's child who was already working with an annual salary of 300,000 yuan, and he felt that my growth was far away, and he couldn't get a scholarship in college.

I don't think it's strange that I will die one day, after all, I will share the family property with my mother's child.

But when I die, no one will avenge me.

My mom would cry bitterly, but without evidence, without preparation, she would let the people who hurt me go unpunished.

My brother, or my mom had an accident, and he wasn't prepared without evidence, the same goes for it.

I was outraged by the cowardice of my brother and mother and the people of my mother's family.

Anger and despair.