Tell me about the patriarchal experience of the people around you?

I'm the eldest sister and I have a younger brother. My parents want me to be sensible every year, sympathetic to my parents, take care of housework, have good grades, take good care of my younger siblings, and be gentle and considerate. However, I couldn't do it at all, and they just nagged in their ears every day.

The good works they draw are just tools for them to have in their circle of friends. My brother did something wrong, whether I participated in it or not, it was my fault, and I was beaten and scolded. If you can't do it immediately under the command of your mother, if you talk back, you will be severely criticized and warned by your father, and even after a beating, you must deeply reflect on your own wrongdoing, and repeat it, so that your father can forgive.

If you talk about it, you will be covered by a long and thoughtful education, and you can't say it at all (like the feeling that two hands can't fight four fists). My biggest impression is that it seems that my younger brother does bad things or has bad habits, 100% of them have my leading role, educate me well, my younger brother will be sensible and better, my younger sibling's role model is me, not my parents, it is my responsibility to educate my younger brother, I must put my emotions and thoughts in the deepest part of my soul, and I will not be understood when I say it, the most is to criticize and be beaten and scolded, and resistance will only be suppressed, if I can't help my younger brother, then what's the use of me (my mother said so). If two bowls of water are uneven, why do you need to change one bowl into two bowls?

I never listen or think carefully about what I say. I had an argument with my brother, and no one believed every truth I said.

Our third daughter. I have always been looked down upon by neighbors and relatives. After my mother gave birth to my eldest sister, all my relatives on my father's side said that my mother hugged the bridge and threw it, threw it, the weather of the moon, threw it outside, and within a day, it was not allowed to freeze to death??

Of course, my mother didn't do that, and my relatives saw it as the first child, it didn't matter if it was a man or a woman, just a boy the second. Then my mother gave birth to my second sister. Needless to say, all relatives.

The face is darker, and I plan to change the second sister to another boy, but the other family disagrees with my mother. Later, when she gave birth to me, my aunt wanted to give me away, and she has found me. My dad also acquiesced, and my mom didn't say anything, but there was a request, I wanted to see that person, and that person didn't agree.

Then my mother insisted on not giving me away, and my aunt was angry and said a lot of ugly things to my mother. Growing up, I felt that my relatives didn't like us. But I've always thought that our parents at least love us.

I know that when I was in junior high school, my parents quarreled because my father was not doing it. Three days of work, two days of fishing, and two days of drying nets. My mother was angry and quarreled with my father.

My dad had a bit of a drink at the time! Spit out the truth after drinking. Just say my mom!

Say, "Who told you not to give me a son?" If you give birth to three sons for me, I will build three floors for you!! At that time, my mother was completely sober.

But since then, she has always treated my second sister as a son, and wants the second sister to recruit a son-in-law at home. Her attitude towards my second sister is completely different from that towards me and my eldest sister, we can all see it! Come on.

Let's talk about the name. My eldest sister doesn't make much sense. My second sister's nickname is a word for hope.

It means looking forward to a boy. But the meaning is not very obvious, and others will not think in this direction if they don't say it. And then it came to me.

The nickname recruits two words. The meaning couldn't be more obvious. Children can tell what it means, and I've hated the name since I was a child.

My parents called me that, and I couldn't say anything. Neighbors and relatives or something. I'm so annoyed by calling me by my nickname!!

I have a grandmother who thinks my uncle is very good and can do anything! And what my mother did to honor the elderly, she didn't appreciate it