The fantasy that used to be
Xiao Xia, how are you doing?
Recently, my mother has developed a serious psychological disorder with my father, and I can't face him, not at all. When she can avoid him, her mother will try her best to avoid him. He had successfully avoided him for many days, and the more he didn't see him, the more afraid his mother became to see him. Now the fear in my heart is so intense, my mother thinks that if she sees her father, her mother will suddenly faint to the ground. The mechanism of action may be the same as that of a mouse lying on the ground and pretending to be dead when it encounters danger.
But all this, of course, is a mother's self-obstacle, a psychological barrier, and it has nothing to do with Dad.
Xiaoxia, my mother has to say that my current mother doesn't have the courage to face you. This emotion is different from the fear of seeing Dad. In the past, my mother didn't dare to contact you because whenever she saw you, she would immediately shed tears. At that time, my mother was worried that you would feel strange when she saw yourself like this.
And now, Mom feels a little different. Mom doesn't know what to do to you to be truly meaningful. A distant phone call is what it means to you.
In such a confusion, my mother chose to escape.
Now, in the middle of the night, Mom wants to say sorry to you. Mom's choice should be wrong.
Would it be good to give mom a little more time and a few more chances? Ask mom to press the phone and talk to you once in a while.
Recently, my mother's new home is about to be cleaned up. I'm about to leave the place that was once called home.
Today, when my mother was packing her things, she saw a lot of souvenirs from the past. Memories rush back into my mind.
My parents also had love under the witness of these small objects, right?
Mom sees the pictures Mom and Dad took at the best of times. The two of them kissed in the frame.
At that time, my father was not very low-key, compared with the past, my father has changed a lot now, and compared with the person in the photo, he is not a person at all.
In the photo, Dad's hair is dyed white, Mom is white and clean, and her face is still as round as now, smiling. In one photo, Dad was still touching Mom's hair with his hand, and he was also smiling.
Mom remembers the date with Dad that day.
Mom wore a red off-the-shoulder top and a short skirt and made an appointment with Dad to meet at the mall. When my father saw my mother, he happily greeted him, immediately put his arm around my mother's shoulder, and walked in the mall with my mother. While waiting for the elevator, he suddenly kissed me, directly in front of his friend.
Xiao Xia, this is something that his father and mother have been very resistant to since they got married, he said that he doesn't like to hold hands in public, and he doesn't like to have intimacy with anyone in public, especially in front of friends.
So when my mother walked on the street with my father after she got married, she never held hands, and when his friends were there, he would never have any intimate attitude towards her mother.
Mom thinks this is your dad. If it weren't for the fact that Mom saw these pictures today, Mom would have almost completely forgotten what Dad used to look like. Yes, that once appeared, my mother still remembers a time, my father drove my mother home, and as soon as my mother got in the car, my father came over and kissed my mother.
It was one of the few pick-ups and drop-offs in the entire marriage, and the only kiss in the car.
Looking back, I was very emotional, my father's appearance of being able to give my mother a sense of happiness turned out to exist. If I hadn't seen this picture, my mother really wouldn't have remembered it at all. Daddy should be too.
Looking at the initial appearance of this love, my mother hesitated to throw away these photos. In the end, I decided to put it together with what I was going to throw away, and then dispose of it. It's not that there's any nostalgia, but because it's a photo after all, so you have to be a little more cautious about handling it.
Xiao Xia, Mom doesn't know why Dad has changed. But Mom guesses, based on Mom's understanding of Dad's life creed as a guess, then there may be two reasons.
Dad is a person who is extremely protective of self-influence. His hunger for his mother's desire for love is marketed to increase his value. In doing so, his mother really longed for his love that cherished words like gold. But later, he did too much by himself, and he may have been subtly affected by his own rules of the game, and he really no longer has love. was too stingy in life, and eventually became the real Grande. Acting and acting, it becomes real.
This is my mother's optimistic speculation, if Dad is still willing to do a little trick for Mom, at least he is doing something for Mom.
And there is another possibility, that is, not long after being with his father, he simply didn't love him. Yes, all the changes are not tricks, but naked truth. I don't love it, so I can't hold hands, I don't love it, so it's inconvenient to show love, if I don't love it, I won't pick you up, I won't kiss, and everything will no longer exist.
Maybe the answer is as simple as that.
Later, my mother turned to a letter. It was the last letter that my father had said he would write often, but it was the only one. Now it seems to be a pretty cute letter. It was written to my mother four years ago, the day before Children's Day, and on the day of June 1st, my father gave my mother a small rose made by himself. It is the rose in the story of the little prince. Like the scenes in the story, they are covered with glass. After Mom, there was always this rose made by Dad on the workbench.
Later, it should have been this year, Mom threw it away. When I saw a letter today, I remembered that it was the rose that was thrown away along with the letter.
That year, before June 1st, my father wrote to my mother, saying that I should live a good life, not just pay attention to fun, and hope that I can take more care of my life in the future.
Mom saw the letter, cried, then crumpled it into a paper ball and threw it in the trash.
Xiao Xia, so many love that only appears once, at first glance, maybe it's not that Dad's love is not long enough, Mom sometimes thinks that maybe it's because of herself, because she is like a cheap commodity on the shelf, once sold, it is discarded casually. Mom sometimes thinks that it is because of herself that she has not done enough, explaining that she is expensive and rare, so that Dad thinks that she can always treat him like this. What is the reason for all this prosperity, and my mother can't tell.
In the end, when one day, my mother discarded these souvenirs, and when my mother disposed of all her shattered and lost memories, everything was one, from beginning to end. As for their own selling price, their own definition, it is probably something that my mother needs to define throughout her life, and I hope that in the future, my mother can choose the same person to be together.