What happened to you that made you feel that you were the only one who could be most reliable?

I remember when I was in high school, my math grades were very poor, and every time I took a midterm final exam, my biggest worry was what to do with my math exams. Before the exam, I begged my grandfather to tell my grandmother, hoping that if I was good at math, I could copy it when the time came. But when it came time for the exam, no matter what I tried to do, they just ignored me, resulting in my poor math scores every time.

Since then, I knew that I couldn't rely on others, so I worked hard to learn on my own.

Probably before the exam, everyone said that they would help each other, and if there was anything they wouldn't know, they would ask and then pass on a small note or something. Outcome. Immerse yourself in the questions during the exam. When I don't even pay attention to you. I feel that no one else can be trusted. Only oneself and the cheat sheet can be relied upon.

The day I graduated, I knew that I was the most reliable on my own! Before, all kinds of relatives said that they would help me rent a house, but in the end, they all did it themselves! All the things! Relying on yourself is the most down-to-earth and reliable!

I used to be the store manager, and I was doing the bookkeeping and asking other colleagues to put the products on display. It was done in just 3 minutes, and I finished the account, and it still didn't look good when I went to see the counter, but my colleague obviously moved. In the end, I had no choice but to do it myself, which took about 20 minutes.

I have gritted my teeth and fought hard to survive many of the most difficult times, and my parents never gave me any support. Since then, I have known that life is a process of suffering.

The most memorable time was when I was framed by my best friend in my sophomore year of high school, at that time I was asked to change seats by my table for the second time, saying that I didn't want to sit with me anymore, I was very good to that tablemate, I finally knew that it was the so-called best friend who was making trouble, I was really desperate at the time, I suddenly stopped crying or making trouble, I suddenly felt very calm, I smiled and said sorry to the teachers in the office, I bothered, and then I returned to the classroom, the classroom was the stool I kicked over, and I silently helped up.

I still remember one time when I was in high school, I was very sick and had a terrible cough, about a month or more. My parents were very impatient with me at that time because my grades had regressed a lot. In the end, he took me to the doctor, spent more, and kept scolding me for wasting money.

But they weren't that poor. I have always felt that there is no way to communicate with my parents, and they see me as a future pension machine and a money-making machine.

After my parents divorced and my father got married again (I was just about to go to college), he told me that my father was going to get married, and that you also know your aunt. The implication is that you'd better not ask me for money.

When you ask for help and no one reaches out, you feel cold. However, I don't seem to encounter this situation very often, probably because I have been used to living alone for a long time and try not to ask for help.