After my father died, I couldn't bear to leave home with my stepmother. What should I do?

When I was ten years old, my mother fell asleep and never woke up. Neither my father nor I can accept the fact that it took us a long time to get out.

A year later, my father brought my stepmother back to me. Stepmother is in her early thirties, and her husband died not long ago. She has no children, and her husband's family is lukewarm to her, so she leads a miserable life there. So, after she was introduced to my dad, she remarried soon.

I just experienced the pain of losing my mother, and my father's behavior made me unacceptable, and I also had a grudge against him.

Dad asked me to call my stepmother, but I wouldn't talk. Dad was so angry that he almost hit me, but his stepmother stopped him. But even so, I still don't like my stepmother. To me, my stepmother is the poisonous stepmother in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. How can I thank her?

Since my stepmother came in, I have never been against her all the time, but I seldom listen to her. My stepmother is much more cruel to me than my mother. She never speaks to me in a low voice. When she disagrees, she scolds me and yells at me, which makes me afraid and hate.

I told my father, but he didn't believe me at all. This makes me hate my stepmother even more. She was a gentle and virtuous woman in front of her father, but she became a fierce stepmother in my life.

After that, he became more and more decadent and became a problem child in the eyes of teachers. Once my grades were very high in my class, but successive blows made me fall to the bottom. I even thought about dropping out of school directly, because I really can't go on studying.

At this time, my stepmother began to sneer at me, saying that I was so useless that reading a book could make people laugh. She called me a disgrace to them and said that I was as stupid as my dead mother.

May be stimulated by the stepmother's words. From then on, I studied hard and my grades went up slowly. Then I was admitted to a good university for the first time.

When I was a little embarrassed, my stepmother threw cold water on me again. She said I was just lucky and had nothing to be proud of.

When I was a sophomore, my father died of a sudden illness, so I only had time to get home and see him for the last time. After my father died, I was sad and decided to drop out of school.

At this time, my stepmother beat and scolded me every day at home, saying that I was worthless. I stopped reading a good book in the middle, and I'm sure I won't have any great skills in the future. She also laughed at me for not doing part-time jobs to earn money to finish reading this book, saying that all the children in the village were self-taught.

I couldn't bear to be scolded by my stepmother, so I left home and went back to school. In order not to let my stepmother look down on me, I really started to work part-time. Although I don't earn much, my living expenses are enough. Later, I got a call from the village chief, who said that my family was too difficult, and the village decided to help me finish college, which made me relieved.

Relying on subsidies from the village and working by myself to make money, I finally finished college and found a job after graduation.

At this time, it has been more than three years since my stepmother and I quarreled and left home. I haven't been back for three years, and I don't plan to go back in the future.

One day, I got a call from the village chief. He told me that my stepmother was ill and dying, and asked me to go home and see her. I immediately said no, no matter what the village chief said. As a result, the village chief told me that my tuition fees in recent years were not paid by the village at all. He said my stepmother asked him to call me, but she was afraid I wouldn't take them.

The village chief also told me about the hardships of her stepmother working to make money in recent years, and that she was chanting and thinking about me. After listening, I cried and immediately embarked on a journey home.