Life has come to a dead end and I can’t get out (original)

Rainy days can make people cool, but they can also make people sad!

It was still raining outside the window, and every sound was so loud. As soon as I hung up the phone, my friend's voice entered my mind along with the sound of rain.

She confided to me that her life, which had stumbled into middle age, had now reached a dead end. If the child hadn't been there, she would have jumped from the tall building to be completely free.

I have known her for a long time and what a strong and independent person she is. She lost her mother when she was young, and her father failed to make money to support the family. It was with the help of relatives and friends that she escaped from the fate of being at the bottom by going to school. She finally got a relatively stable job, a moderate income in the city, and a warm home. 's little home.

My father looked for work intermittently, and when he had money, he spent it as hard as he could. The brothers wandered around, unwilling to throw themselves down to work and start a family. They all reached out to her for money after spending endless amounts of money.

She has been giving them money overtly and secretly. She feels that her father also has difficulties. Being alone can only relieve his loneliness by playing cards and drinking. She feels deeply that there is no room for him in the small space of her home. Blame yourself.

My brother was still young when her mother died. She was unable to help him find a better job, marry and have children, so she felt that she owed him.

The days are like windless water, calm on the surface but turbulent under the surface.

She has always been unhappy, and would even cry sadly when she thought of their situation. But it can't be said.

Especially the birth of her second child made her feel that the pressure of life was so heavy. She is trying her best to reduce living expenses, but they are still just spending money and being lazy.

My friend asked, what should I do? They were really driving me crazy and I felt like I was at a dead end.

On the other end of the phone, I listened to her quietly. The wind brought the coolness of the rain. On the second day when my head fell, I closed the window.

It’s still cold, the coldness in my heart.

If there is anything that can warm up the stone man and make the prodigal son look back, I think it is only love. Love, family affection, friendship... Among them, family affection is the most lasting and the most common.

Family ties have been with us since we were born. Like air, water and oxygen, they nourish our souls, shape our character, and influence our behavior.

We can’t choose what parents we have, what brothers and sisters we have, we can only depend on fate.

As adults, we have to pay for our own families. No matter how lucky we are, the physical distance and the distance between our hearts, we still have to circle around our childhood.

I am not a psychologist and can provide professional guidance. I also don’t want to give examples and tell my friends that she is neither the first nor the last prisoner of family affection.

I believe that she knows everything I know, and I also believe that after she is overwhelmed and vents her pent-up feelings to me, she will turn around and pick up the baby and tell him a story.

Not many are as strong as her. Vulnerable like her, a lot.

I just said to her, maybe you played a role you shouldn't play, and I hope you can let yourself go.

If you are sad, just call me and talk about it!