The mother’s complaints about work finally became, too much for her husband and children to handle, but what CAN they do, huh??? Translated…
My mother had quit her job as an accountant, to teach the four of us, to make sure we grow up well; in the neighbors’ eyes, we were all, very well-rounded, very well-behaved children.
But, as I was entering my first year of middle school, my father’s failed business ventures made my mother need to head into the workforce again, the little over decades’ worth of not working, plus her age, and the lack of professional skills, she’d bumped into walls in her hunt for a job. My mother started working in the nontechnical manual labors, started from working as a kitchen lady, to the too boring factory production lines, for the sake of six of our tuitions and household expenses, she’d, bitten down and worked hard.
after this…not my photo…
We were all very grateful, and knew how hard it’d been for her, but, don’t remember when it’d started happening, as I walked into the house, she’d started complaining about her days to me; how work was so tiresome, and, the neighbors are going on trips to where and where again……from morning ‘til night, it’s like, the grenades that kept coming my way endlessly, she’d bombed me the whole night through. “If one day I died of overwork and fatigue, you’d be the ones who’d lost”, the fatigue from her hard work, she’d poured it all into the home, and we’d all turned into her emotional trash cans.
At first, we couldn’t take it anymore, and started talking back, and yet, we’d received even more emotional responses from her, the most serious time, she’d threatened to kill herself by leaping off the building, like how I wasn’t a fitting son who’d talked back to her. And after awhile, I’d fallen, silent, and hoped, that I can, move out of this “home” soon, just to dodge the one, who kept, throwing her emotional garbage toward us children. My father told me, with that scent of loss in his voice, “Don’t become like your mother, take all the trash from work home.”
you go home to this…emotionally…not my photo…
My mother is the family member I loved the most, but, I really don’t know how I’m to help her. There’s hardships in every single home, and, although I do love her, and although from the outside looking in, we’re, a happy family, but, the emotional TRASH accumulating inside us all, we may need to put some distances between us, so time can slowly, dissolve them.
So, this is what happens, when a mother takes ALL the emotional TRASH she had from work home, she’d, started complaining, and, it’d become, difficult for her children and her husband to be around her, because, she’d had a hard day at work, and, there are still more to do at home, and, this puts a damper on the family’s harmony that’s for sure, and, the only way this can improve, is if the mother start changing her measures, like finding an alternative outlet for all of her pent-up emotions she’d had from the work day, like going for a run before she heads home, to burn off some of her excessive energies.
Life, the Obstacle Course 