What's the experience of having a poor relative?

This is a very unpleasant experience, and some people will make you feel sick.

My mother's relatives are all annoying rural relatives. My uncle is the only child in the family, and he has been loved by all kinds since he was a child. My mother and I tried to help him several times during menstruation, but we still lived like beggars. My rural menstruation is getting worse.

For example, when I was ten years old, I had a period to come to me. I took a bath in the bathroom after school. While washing, she pushed the door and came in. Come in and don't rush out. It's that you stare at my naked body shamelessly, look up and down, and then make a good comment. What big city girl has white skin and your breasts are developed.

These relatives are not the most hateful. They later went to county towns and county-level cities. When everyone is separated, they are alienated. The most hateful. It's a period that never leaves the farm gate. A big living person with arms and legs expects her sister who is married to the city to help her live a better life. As a result, because we didn't help, she still felt that we had wronged her and failed her.

Fight for your own life and be responsible for your own life. Your brothers and sisters didn't owe you anything in their last lives, but they still want to give you benefits when they finally develop. Brothers and sisters of the poor, brothers and sisters, what is the right-hand man?

No, in most cases, brothers and sisters are creatures who have nothing to do with you when you are not as good as them, but want to take advantage of you and eat your cheap food when you are developed.

And holding the identity of brothers and sisters as the direction all day, I feel that compatriots should share each other, people should have their own money, people should take their own development with them, and people should treat themselves as good dishes. And they still feel justified while eating, looking forward to eating others for a lifetime.

Secretly, I, menstruation, have been telling people everywhere that city people (my family) love the rich most and look down on her family's poverty. How did she know that we refused her to come, not because she was poor, but because we city people don't like to get involved in the lives of relatives.

She is not my family. My father married my mother and gave birth to me, so we are related. We are a family. You have a husband, children, arms and legs, and life is hard. On the contrary, you rely on your relatives to help you.