What are some of the suffocating procedures of your parents?

Took my warm baby while I was sleeping.

One day when my mom came back at one o'clock, I hadn't slept yet, and I was worried that she would say I would just hide in the quilt and sleep, and my mom covered the quilt for me. My heart was full of emotion, and I didn't forget to see if my quilt was covered so late, and then she groped in the quilt and took away the hot water bottle in my cold winter. When I was a child, I liked to be grabbed by my parents and walked on a swing with one arm.

Once I went for a walk in the park with my parents and walked to a small puddle, my father had a kind of confidence that his wife would have a tacit understanding with him, so he jerked my arm and wanted to cross the puddleAs a result, I dislocated my arm. I should be glad that my mom and dad didn't have a tacit understanding, otherwise I would have probably become a rattle.

I didn't have the keys to go home, I called my mother, she said to be back soon, let me wait. When I sat alone in the doorway for an hour, my mother finally came back and took out the key from under the carpet in front of the door and opened the doorThen I was stupid, and I didn't know who I inherited. I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my dad took me on a bicycle, and my foot got stuck in the wheel, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't pedal, so he got up and pedaled very hard, stood up and pedaled.

When I was in high school, when I got home, my dad told me to skip school, and I was beaten up. Finally, I asked, "Why didn't I see you at the entrance of your junior high school?"

I was speechless.

When I was younger, I followed my grandparents. My parents were busy at work and didn't have time to take care of me. My grandparents forgot to pick me up when they went shopping, and I was lying alone on the iron door of the kindergarten when it was getting dark.

At this time, Mom and Dad happened to be walking by, and Mom said to Daddy, "Look how much this child looks like our daughter." Other mothers let their children not be picky eaters and use physical attacks, but my mother uses magical attacks.

In order not to be a picky eater, I lied to me that celery was a fairy stick, and I ate celery for more than ten years in order to become a fairy.

Let me hold the stove and drink beer to gain weight.

When I was about a year old, I followed my mom to my grandmother's house one winter. My grandmother lived at the foot of the mountain, and it was already cold in winter, and it happened to snowfall heavily. So I equipped myself to shovel snow with my grandfather, and when I was a child, I was a giant, and my mom couldn't get me home.

After a while, the first thing I said when I walked in the door was "I'm freezing to death, I feel like my hand is going to fall off" and my mom, who was cooking, repliedHold your hands on the stove and bake them(Yes, it's the kind of charcoal stove that burns very well in the cold winter) Then, after entering the door, my second sentence was a scream, and then my mother was beaten by her mother.

Don't ask me why I was going to hold the stove like a fool, I can only tell you, I was frozen and don't ask why my mother cheated me, probably I can only say that she didn't expect that her girl might still be a little fool at that time. What I didn't expect is that I still have burn scars on my hands now.

When I was in elementary school, my mother thought I was a little thin, but I ate a lot of food, but I didn't get fatSo, my mom doesn't know how to gain weight from **: drink beer! Maybe in my mother's opinion, those who gain weight and have beer bellies are all drunk from beer.

So that led to my mom starting to pour me beerNow that I think about it, I don't know what she thought at the time, and then in my impression,At noon, I had two cans of beer together, and I seemed to go to school in a daze every day. Now my memory feels average, my brain is not good, is it because I drank too much beer when I was a child.

At the moment I'm 163 and weigh 120, which is a bit thin, and the key is that I don't have a boyfriend yet. I've been thinking about the question: am I born to my mother? Her suffocating manipulations really made me question the question, and I felt like she was born to play around with me.

When I was a child, I didn't dare to cross the road, my dad said: Don't be afraid, just walk over, no car dares to hit you, so I have always adhered to this sentence, knowing that I learned the traffic rules later.

Sometimes they always impose their ideas on themselves, and they say that I do all this for your good!

My dad taught me to fight landlords and taught me to play mahjong, and my mom didn't object to this kind of behavior.

I kept looking at my phone, making me go to read and study, and scolding angrily.

Impose your own ideas on me.

My parents were always very nice to my brother, buying him things but not for me.

Summary. If your parents' love suffocates you, then you will definitely not be happy, you can communicate with your parents, tell him that you are too me, I am almost out of breath, or to know their love and know that they are for your good, let them give you a little space.

My parents suffoated me.

If your parents' love suffocates you, then you will definitely not be happy, you can communicate with your parents, tell him that you are too me, I am almost out of breath, or to know their love and know that they are for your good, let them give you a little space.

If you don't want something, you should clearly say no, and say no with action. In order to be independent, it is necessary to solve various problems of independence. You can't enjoy ready-made and all kinds of unpleasant at the same time. Face your heart and make a choice.

It's not the love of their parents, they feel that they don't love themselves, and sometimes they are moved by themselves, thinking that they are still there, but then they are immediately dispelled their illusions.

Are you saying they don't love you and don't care about you, so you feel suffocated?

Sometimes I feel that my parents are very cheap, and I feel very touched by my parents.

My mother's suffocating laugh...

1.In the sixth grade of elementary school, my mother and I went out for a walk and walked near a section of railroad tracks. I ran to the front and crossed the tracks, and my mother saw the train coming in the distance, and called me to come back quickly, and I didn't know what evil had happened, so I rushed straight to a ditch next to the tracks, and I was planted in it.

The ditch was 3 meters high, and there was only shallow sewage just above my ankles, and I struggled to get up, and before I could react to what was happening, I looked around in a daze, and saw my mother on the shore...Grinning hahahahahahahahahaha

Then I got angry and cried....

Afterwards, I questioned my mother, I fell like that, and you still laughed! Are you your own mother!

My mother said, I don't know how deep the puddle is, I thought you wouldn't have to fall to your death if you fell down all of a sudden, so I ran over to take a look! You're happy when you stand up on your own, and your arms and legs are still there! （…Sounds reasonable...）

2.A few years ago, I once went shopping with my mother, and the road was being repaired in front of the mall, and there were gravel and potholes everywhere, and I accidentally stepped into a hole, and I scraped a big hole in my ankle, and there was a lot of blood. I squatted down and took a look, it didn't seem to be a big deal, it didn't hurt much, but I was a little annoyed, and I was about to look up and tell my mom to buy a band-aid or something, when I saw her:

I'm trying hard to hold back my laughter, and I can't hold it anymore, I can't hold it anymore, hahahahaha

Holy! I was angry and cried in an instant! Mom! What a grudge we have! Are you so happy to see that I'm hurt?!

Seeing me cry, my mom laughed even more...Later, under my extremely angry questioning, my mother said: The whole square is such a palm-sized hole, you actually stepped into it, it's too stupid hahahahahahaha

I've been skeptical about my origins for years....

When I was in kindergarten, my mother worked in a bank in a township, and I had not yet been transferred back to the city, so I lived with her and went to kindergarten in that township. At that time, she often had to go to the countryside to go out to work, probably to talk to people about loans and other things. She was afraid that I would not be safe at home alone, so she always carried me with her.

Until one day, she took me to a farmhouse, and she was talking to the owner in the lobby, and she didn't have time to pay attention to me, so she let me go to the yard to play by myself. There was a small fish pond in the family's yard full of green algae duckweed, and I squatted on the edge of the fish pond to play. It was the height of summer, the heat was unbearable, and the steam was curling from the fish pond.

The sun hung high in the sky, illuminating it so hard that you could barely open your eyes, and salty sweat slid into your eyelids, bringing a tingling sensation of tingling. I was bored by myself, so I picked up a small stick from the ground and squatted on the shore to beat the surface of the pond regularly, watching it splash to pass the time. I was dizzy from the sun, and the little stick that fell together attracted my gaze like a hypnotic stick, making me more and more sleepy, more and more sleepy.

So, very logically, it came naturally, and I squatted and fell asleep. Then he planted himself headlong into the fish pond.