Owing My Parents Two Lives

Jack didn't think this was a problem at all.

"If you meet him at the weekend, you will know that he is a very good man.

"You can give birth to a child soon."

I leaned against the door, and my voice was emotionless. "Are you urging me to get married for the child?"

Jack said, "Of course. It is a big deal for our family."

Was I a reproductive tool?

I didn't understand how I had survived until now, and I felt very sad.

"Why do you ask about this? If you want to go out, go out and close the door. It's freezing!" Mary said.

I walked aimlessly on the street. My stomach was empty, but I didn't want to eat anything.

I met Bruce.

Bruce looked very sincere and said, "Jessica, I think we are unsuitable."

Standing in the cold wind, I felt numb from the cold.

Even though I informed him beforehand, he backed off under my parents' continuous pressure.

He bit his lip and said, "Jessica, I like you very much."

He showed a humiliated expression on his face.

"But no one can tolerate a family like that."

I had lived in that home for more than twenty years.

Now I understood that I was nothing but a doormat.

I could understand Bruce's retreat.

A few days ago, he came to my house for dinner for the first time.

He brought many gifts and was full of joy.

My parents prepared a table full of food, but when they saw Bruce, they immediately showed dissatisfaction.

Their faces were filled with resentment.

When Bruce said that he would consider having children when he was 30 years old to provide a good enough life for his children, my parents were furious.

During the meal, they kept mocking Bruce.

Bruce didn't expect that.

His face looked embarrassed.

When the meal was over, he left in a hurry.

Jack followed behind him and said, "He is so skinny and doesn't have much money. Maybe his sperm is inactive."

Mary scolded me for having a bad eye.

I was stunned and said nothing.

What exactly would satisfy them?

I always felt that I didn't deserve Bruce.

In the end, he gave up on me.

I walked aimlessly on the street. It was night and the street lights were lit one by one.

My figure was reflected in countless elongated and lonely shadows.

I walked into a convenience store and bought some sugar.

I secretly touched it with my fingertips and took a sip.

It was not sweet but bitter.

My disease was serious, and even my saliva tasted bitter.

My life was so bitter that there was nothing I was afraid of losing.