The day when my beloved son-in-law reached home and broke up… I am writing this with tears and joy and sadness.
I want to apologize to my daughter-in-law. In 2006, a 19-year-old boy and girl burst into our door. I still vividly remember the day my son walked in with his girlfriend for the first time.
The two babies have been living together since they were babies, and my new daughter-in-law has moved into my house. I’m not good at cooking because there’s a lot of paperwork and I don’t like it. Since I had a baby daughter-in-law, I made a lot of food that I didn’t cook, and I threw it out many times.
I took a payday loan and sent them on a trip, thinking that I would be young and start my life with really good memories for my son and daughter-in-law. Mom won’t take much money, I’m not going to travel anymore, but if you want to buy clothes, just go without saying, won’t you two clothes keep memories?
I was forcing him to go on his first trip. Indeed, the trip helped them to find themselves, to discover new ideas and goals. As soon as we arrived, my daughter-in-law started learning the language.
I was a mother who tried to take care of the two things that were not even born, such as work and responsibilities, so that she would not be depressed early in life, but take time for herself as much as possible, go out on dates, and love each other.
It seems that being a mother-in-law was very good for me. In the year of their graduation, I talked to my son’s father and bought a place for my children.
My dream or plan is that when my daughter-in-law was born, I would go with her and take pictures of her first husband and my first grandchild and publish a family photo book. It was my husband and I’s fault for raising our son too much.
It is said that a person takes the side of his child. We weren’t like that, my daughter. When you came, hung your nose and talked on the phone, son… I know how many nights my son made the beautiful girl of the family spend the night alone.
He also knows how many mornings he has come home with another woman’s lipstick still on. My daughter, you still look the same as the day you walked in with your 19-year-old cropped hair and checkered shirt.
His mother sometimes comes in and looks. This year is the year of my daughter’s 33rd birthday to celebrate her birth mother. Even though I have not been a mother for 8 years, the little white girl who always opened our door in my heart is still my daughter.
The day my son-in-law, who loves my son, touched her and broke up with her…