Hang on, please don't be bride mother-in-law oăm divorce

Get married, like other girls in the village of family conditions, also nothing quite fake, nor higher education should just stay home or go to wholesale farming vegetables, seafood swept backwards. My country near the sea should also facilitate trade, my husband is the whalers, than I am 2 years old, going to sea since 13. Students are also not to be but the hard, that youth villages I don't take only the sand there that pour into the mouth, so hard to living poor home but which is of course.

Please bride mother-in-law ... (Photo illustration)

Taken together, my husband back home finished in the region should have the ball land reclaimed, the lay injured for plug status married I should take off for punching temporary homes to couple the poor but also in fun together, which I at least should rich villages people still live happily with so nhạu However, an order in, had nothing to eat, no money, but have yet to suffer the hunger never because knowing how to take advantage of nature that lived ...

We live near the mother-in-law, her pain, her husband's illness, the paralyzed who once wrecked sea boat ride may be socks of a plank and drifted to the shore, from which the present 10 years also, my husband had to be pillars of families instead of claims to handle family , now married, in private but still have to be accountable to parents, rather than would dare think for myself.

So says is married but who the money thing, I do the little stuff shopping for my family, my husband earned the parents worry for him because they take back old labour power. Seriously, the literacy still tastes make the head but thought to myself I also found the bag, because from small to large, home-raised laying me, hurt me like that I still have yet to repay what had been married, now has his own family, then my husband only knew, I am sad.

Until we have first child lives begin more strenuous. The time pregnant I still sell and carry baskets of merchant tries to save money to raising children because my husband still has to feed the brood. Once he went to the sea, the tragedy echoed as he with her, my husband flipped the boat due to the typhoon, such plank broke from the piece of the boat and drifted ashore, 10 km from my coma 3 months when I was just born first child.

All economic burdens to pack up my shoulders, 20 years with one child just born, a lethargic husband does not know life or death, sick husband's parents live. I can not because I'm having trouble like this that charm blowing everything, human life should have gratitude, think so though to polar gauge how I still have great-grandchildren to each of his pride to lo chiu for 4 people are depending on me.

3 months later my husband awake but maimed, just bedridden due to spinal cord crushed spine, the cost of treatment is too large, your chances of success too little enough to me and he accepted the reality. Home, bedridden and I have to take care of him, his mother, father, he, he ... children who have yet to help me but I would have to take the responsibility, because the two words "family".

Austrian money rice rice lives on my shoulders, permeability and out well over a year now. More than a year that I thought that as long as both the century because too tired, many at my husband see me break the force then told "or for him, rather than a live mouse dose this bad too!". Thinking, I again found guilty, although I feel like to himself because his burdens are carried, in this country, raising his body was hard, then four ships rolled mouth waiting for me, I need that found guilty that myself too!

My mother-in-law suffered the disease of old age, confusion at remember forgotten should the father-in-law nor complete, forgot to get at him to eat, forget bathing for he makes his foul stalking. I go to work all day, pulled by a child over age, sometimes back to the island through the House for my husband to eat because my husband is not self-sufficient, thanks to her husband's mother, she left confusion, when I want to hot, I screamed, yelled at you fucking life "God stars fuck my body?", that I just want to throw out , get rid of the debt ones lifetime, hugged his mother and two curved away to live with each other, do not need the heavy man this debt.

The mother of my husband know I met lot of pressure should be at the Apple she beg me not to leave my husband, let her son live on this happy day, I leave my husband, then her son would die, she and her husband also did not survive.

Everything just tied me down cause I want my green, get out that being the word "gratitude" for Yes, fatigue, boredom, standstill ... I want to run away from something this tragedy does not know how many times, but ....

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