Unlike men, wars between women tend to be quiet. It was so silent that even I realized a few months later that my mother-in-law didn't like me as much as I thought.

When I came back from a day's work, the only thing I wanted to do was to hold my child and watch her eat in my arms.

In this way, the housework fell on the shoulders of my mother-in-law, I was afraid that she would work hard, so I asked my husband to help do it, but my mother-in-law refused again and again, and complained that I didn't know how to feel sorry for my husband, and he should let him rest when he worked so hard.

Not only housework, but even when I am sometimes too busy to ask my husband to help take care of the children or change diapers, my mother-in-law also complains a lot, saying that giving birth to children and taking care of daughters has been a woman's business since ancient times, and men can't do it at all. In the end, I still sourly counted that I even had to have a child with a man's help, and if it was for them, a woman like me would be laughed at by others.

My husband was so happy that he couldn't help it, and after an expression that my mother wouldn't let me do, he immediately returned to the room and started his game.

I was left with the baby in my arms in the living room, and my mother-in-law would come and mop the ground under my feet for a while, and then she would come to wipe the TV I was watching, and then she would come and pull the sofa cushion under my buttocks, saying that it was wrinkled, and she spread it out. I can't stand or sit.

Gradually, I had a very strange illusion: my home is gradually becoming my mother-in-law's home. I, the original host, slowly became an inexplicable awkward and confused guest.

If you look closely, the furnishings in the room have almost changed. In the past, it was a typical post-80s small fresh style, after the mother-in-law came, she added a little today and moved it tomorrow, and almost all the furniture in the house was covered with a piece of brown cloth, saying that she was afraid of falling dust.

And some of the brightly colored decorations with different shapes on the cabinet before, except for a few that she may also like, were all put into a large cardboard box and placed in the utility room.

Instead, she and her father-in-law used a variety of medicines, as well as a variety of small instruments to massage the soles of the feet, shoulders or back; It's not a bunch of red, yellow and white plastic bags that I am reluctant to throw away after use, and I wash them with water and dry them; There is even a large stack of magazines that seem to be sent to the doorstep of people, but are actually toilet readings promoting so-and-so private hospitals.

Many times, I couldn't even find the things I had left in my bedroom, and after asking my mother-in-law, I was told that the place had been moved.

During this period, as long as I disagreed slightly, she immediately stood up and said how bad the children were at home before, and they were ugly, so I might as well think about how to make more money if I had this spare time.

My husband is mostly silent, occasionally comforting me at night without pain, and then turning his head and falling asleep. In the dead of night, I watched the sleeping child alone, and I endured it again and again after countless sorrows.

In any case, at least the mother-in-law with the child is more reassuring than the outsider. I know that everything has a price. For the sake of my children right now, I can only be more patient.

In this way, the days stumbled and passed until that terrible accident happened.