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Number 8
The blind date partner is from the county town, and he has a slight physical disability, which we call "lame" here. He is also six or seven years older than me. Firstly, his family gave a relatively generous betrothal gift, and secondly, people from the surrounding area all know that I am "not quite right in the head," and no one nearby wants to marry me. "He" and "she" both agreed.
As long as I can leave this suffocating home, I don't care about anything else! I agreed, and the man, despite being lame and older, also agreed. We quickly put the wedding on the agenda. In our remote area, the marriage certificate is not important; it's the wedding banquet that truly represents whether we have become husband and wife.
On the night before my wedding, my mother brought me a cup of hot water and reminded me to rest early after drinking it. Regardless of leaving tomorrow, no matter how they treat my father, she is still my birth mother. I have been too busy preparing for the wedding these days. After drinking that bowl of water, I fell into a drowsy sleep. Someone came in and got on my bed. I wanted to move but had no strength in my body. I wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound. There was a voice outside the door saying, "Hurry up, don't let her feel it. This medicine isn't that strong." It seemed to be My mom, followed by her crying, "You have resented me for half a lifetime. Is that knot in your heart finally untied now?"
A gloomy voice whispered in my ear, "old lady We will use this medicine to deal with you, and we will use this medicine to repay it on her granddaughter. It can be considered as tit for tat!" I knew who the man on me was, but I had no way at all. Not to mention being unable to move, even if I could, I couldn't possibly be a match for a strong man. That's how I was raped by this man surnamed Qin, My stepfather, and the mastermind was the woman who claimed to be sorry to him, my mother! At that time, he was already 51 years old. After it was over, he threatened me: "You must come back in ten days or two weeks... Otherwise, I will beat your mother and your brother!"
I cried as I got into the wedding car that came to pick me up. The women in the village all said I was a good child with deep emotions and a strong sense of loyalty, but no one knew about the hatred and resentment growing inside me.
I would go back to my mother's home every ten days or so because I didn't want my younger brother to suffer from his beatings. In reality, a man surnamed Qin would drink and then beat and scold my mother, but he wouldn't touch my brother. He would always be kind to him, but my brother couldn't bear the ambiguous reality and ran away from home.
Hatred is a double-edged sword! The rumors about my family are spreading more and more: Lao Ren's daughter and her stepfather are having an affair... Onlookers only care about the excitement, not right or wrong, truth or falsehood.
When my child was born, my husband's first move was to have a paternity test, and although the result satisfied him, it left me feeling as if my heart had turned to ashes.
When the baby turned one month old, the three of us went back to my mother's house, and My mom said we could stay the night, but my husband went back to the city first.
That night, my brother, who had just returned from outside, held my hand and the child's hand and cried for half the night. I told him the whole truth:
- My mom conspired with him to harm our father, and even our grandmother was killed by them! They deliberately let my grandmother see them doing that thing, which made her blood pressure soar, and she left without closing her eyes! His violation of me was also in retaliation for My mom and my father conspiring against him!
My brother felt sorry for the difficulties I had faced over the years and was also upset to have encountered such a tragic family situation.
In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, he came to my room again and threatened to harm my child, forcing me to comply. The next morning, before they woke up, my younger brother took me to catch the bus back to the county town. Later, someone from the village went to the city and said that my brother had run away from home again, and that someone surnamed Qin went to find my mom with him.
I haven't seen them come back, and there's no news from them. I went to the police station to report a missing person.
My days are not going well either. No matter how good the relationship is, it can't withstand suspicion. My husband cares a lot about gossip, and he has repeatedly pulled my hair and asked if I had slept with someone surnamed Qin.
I gritted my teeth and didn't admit it.
After weaning the child, I went to the city to work alone. At first, I worked as a waitress in a restaurant, earning three thousand yuan a month. Later, I went to a factory with a friend. For over 300 days, I only went home during the Chinese New Year, bought some food and clothes for the child, and spent a few days with him before going back out again.
It wasn't until the child started elementary school that my husband asked me to come back. Time flies, and I thought he had come to his senses and wanted to live a good life with me. If that's the case, I can accept it even if he sometimes hits or scolds me. After all, it's quite normal for a man to hit his wife, and the child needs a complete family.
But the next truth made me even more devastated. He didn't believe that I had been living a clean life all these years. Whenever I received a phone call, he would suspiciously think it was my "intimate" calling, and instigated our son to say that I was a "bad mother." What's even more infuriating is that during the years I was away, he had already been having an affair with the divorced woman next door, and now he wanted me to come back just to sign the divorce agreement. I refused to sign, I would never sign. I took my son out for shopping, bought delicious food, drinks, and fun things. Soon, I became the best mother in the world.
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Then let's talk about the phone call from the police station.
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