After seven years of marriage, I saw my sister-in-law's circle of friends and went back to my mother's house. My parents kicked me out as soon as I got home. Am I wrong?

My name is Zhen Ji. Although I live in a small county, my parents rely on a fruit stand to support my brother and me. My parents get up at 4 o'clock every morning to purchase goods and then place an order. Then they will close the stall until the afternoon 10. At noon, they will have a chance to rest, but my mother will go home and cook at this time. Because I am old, my parents love me very much. My brother is five years older than me. Sometimes when I am in trouble, he always comes out to take the fall for me. It is because of their love that I often go my own way. Whenever something goes wrong, I will make trouble like crazy.

Later, after I finished high school, I stopped going to school, because I didn't want to study, and I admired those who went out to work. My parents and brother advised me for a long time. My brother advised me with his own example, because he stopped going to junior high school, because he had no education and could only work as a coolie, and I couldn't listen. Finally, I resolutely set foot on the train going south. On the day I left, my parents said cruel words to me for the first time: after I came to the south, I found that everything here was not as good as I expected. I work like a machine every day, and if I'm not careful, I'll be led by all kinds of bears. I was angry at first, but I had a few fights with the leader. Later, I gradually found that my arms could not twist my thighs, and finally I gradually became a docile lamb. I have regretted it countless times when I was working outside, but I always don't want to bow my head. This is life.

Later, I met my husband, who is a technician in the factory. At first, we were just chatting. Slowly, I was moved by his care. In this way, we established a relationship. After falling in love, he treated me better and was surrounded by his sweet words every day. I also believe that he is my future man. Less than a year in love, we stole the forbidden fruit. Who would have thought that after stealing the forbidden fruit, our first thought was not to have an abortion, but to get married, but when I told my parents everything about my husband, they strongly opposed it, because my husband's hometown was 3000 kilometers away from our home, and my parents didn't want me to marry so far away. But when they knew I was pregnant, my father scolded me on the spot. After the scolding, my father's tears flowed down. I am ashamed of my parents for the first time, but things have reached this point, and I have no way out. But my parents still insisted that they would break up with me as long as I dared to marry. Their words angered me once, and my only guilt at that time disappeared. I said on the spot, "Break up."

Only after I got married did I realize that marriage and love are completely different things. My husband and I began to worry about their livelihood, and we also quarreled over trifles such as daily necessities. My mother-in-law suspects that I gave birth to a daughter and never helps me. She has been urging my husband to divorce me. In the face of such a marriage, I miss my parents more, but no matter how hard I try, my parents' resentment against me has never disappeared. With the help of my elder sister-in-law, they are willing to pick me up.

In the seventh year of marriage, I happened to see my sister-in-law's circle of friends, which was a photo of my father's 60th birthday. When I looked at my parents in the photo, my tears could no longer be controlled. I especially want to go home at once, even if they beat me and scold me, as long as I can see them. When I came home with a present, my parents looked at me without any love. My dad didn't listen to my brother's advice and took me to buy it. Mouth chanting: "I said at the beginning, I don't have your daughter, you don't have my father, I have nothing to do with you, you go." My mother next to me also looked at me coldly and didn't mean to stop me.

I am sad to see the scattered gifts and closed doors beside me. I keep asking myself, is this what I want? Is it really wrong for me to choose to marry far away?