Why is it annoying to go home when you grow up?

on the fourth day of my return to Beijing from Hong Kong, my mother asked me very seriously, "Hey, when will you start school?" Without waiting for me to answer her, she waved her hand and said, "Please go quickly and don't forget to restore my home when you come."

 since I went to college, my mother has always expressed her dislike of me every time I come home.

she hated my dripping bathroom after the shower, my hair wherever I went, my quilt or dishes, and I stayed in bed until noon if I didn't get up in the morning. When I went home during the summer vacation, I only enjoyed three days of affection, and the rest of the time I was in a state of being rejected by thousands of people.

I always cross-legged on the sofa like a mountain sculpture and covered the carpet with potato chips. I said loudly, "Don't clean up my room. It's called messy and not dirty." once you clean up, I can't find anything. "

forced by the persistent pickiness and dislike of my parents, I had no choice but to start my holiday life without a home every day.

however, the more important reason why I don't go home is that my mother not only hates my daily routine, but she also hates that I don't have a boyfriend.

my mother always says that I live in a nest with my father.

my father is like me in some ways. For example, we like to turn on the air conditioner and quilt every night, watch TV and listen to the sound to fall asleep, and we like to lie in bed and play with our mobile phones at night, and we make all kinds of strange sounds when we sleep.

and every one of our hobbies about sleep can drive my mother crazy. So as soon as I left home to go to college, my mother began to sneak into my room to sleep. Now when I come back, she can only sleep on the sofa with a quilt in her arms.

sometimes I feel sorry for her. She first ran to my room with her tail between her legs, scared away by the ultra-low air conditioning temperature, and then ran to my father's room with her tail between her legs. She was enlightened by my father's loud snoring. At last, she crouched pitifully on the sofa and fell asleep listening to the sound of traffic outside the window.

 whenever I feel sorry for her, I will be kind-hearted and choose one night without turning on the air conditioner, reluctantly letting her stay in my bed.

I slept with my mother all the time when I was a child.  
 I used to be so timid that I couldn't turn off the lights while sleeping, and the curtains should be drawn tightly so as not to leave any gaps. I want to sleep in the middle of the bed. I can't even stick my limbs and head out of the bed because I always feel that something under the bed will hold my body. If there is no one to accompany me to sleep, there will always be endless cycles of ghost stories in my ears; if I wake up from a dream and find that there is no one around me, I will instantly lose my sleepiness and open my eyes until dawn. It is no exaggeration to say that my bad habits regarding sleep lasted until the third year of high school.  
 the strange thing is that since I left home and went to college, I seem to have fallen in love with a person to sleep overnight. I have to make the light in the room completely dark before I can fall asleep. I have to put my limbs out of the quilt and on the edge of the bed to feel comfortable. All my habits changed in an instant, so I never asked to sleep with my mother again.  
 what's even weirder is that my father stopped robbing my mother after I stopped asking her to sleep with me. Then my mother became a poor person walking on two beds and a sofa.  
 

one day she stubbornly ran to my bed and refused to leave. She begged me as I begged her when I was a child: "will you sleep with me?"

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 I said no, but my body hugged her a little tighter.

"all right," I whispered to myself.

when I am busy at school, I always forget to reply to my parents' Wechat messages. They often forward me articles like "Ten things a financier should know in his life" and "what it's like to work on Wall Street." Sometimes I don't even bother to open it when I see it, so I don't reply. My father once asked me on Wechat: "my Wechat seems to be broken. I can't hear from you every time."

 I was chatting with my friends at that time, and I didn't take it seriously when I saw it. Finally, when I was separated from that friend, he suddenly asked me about my holiday plans. I probably listed my flying holiday plans. He hesitated a little, and then whispered to me, "my mother died in November last year, and now I regret not coming home on National Day." I don't mean anything. I just want to tell you to go home more often when you have time. "  
 

I canceled my Korean summer vacation plan that night, and at that moment I even impulsively thought of buying a plane ticket to go home as soon as I had a holiday.

usually, I always say that I have no time and no energy. I turn a blind eye to the news from my parents. I always turn a deaf ear to their phone. I didn't even send a Wechat message to my father. But when I am so busy, I have time to chat with my friends by the side of the road, play with my cell phone when I have time for class, and secretly answer phone calls from friends when I have time for meetings.

I think I'm really out of line.

 it's not that I don't have time, but I subconsciously put everything above my parents. I always feel that nothing in the world will accommodate me, only my parents will always stay at home and wait for me to come home. So I gave the outsider with the greatest enthusiasm and the long wait to my parents.  

before I returned to Beijing from Thailand during the summer vacation, I delivered two big bags of dirty clothes to my mother for convenience. My mother sent me a Wechat the day after she received the package. "I washed all your clothes and hung them on the balcony as if you were back," she said. "

the day I returned to Beijing, my father told me that my mother couldn't sit at home three hours early and wanted to go out to pick me up. I still remember when I told my father that I was going home early for the summer vacation, and he inhaled happily on the other side of the phone.

I always say that my parents are so strange that they want me to come back so much, but now they are picky and nagging me every day. In the past, when I was less than 100 jin thin, my parents always hated me for being thin, but now when I came home fat, they satirized me all day long. When I used to eat less, my father always urged me to eat more, but now he always prevents me from eating staple food. When I go out with my friends, my mother thinks I have a top on my ass. I stay at home and she drives me out every day.

but although I stay at home, neither left nor right, I still do not want to leave for no reason. I just want to stay at home at will all the time, no need to think about my grades, no need to think about internships, no need to think about the outside world.

 Last night I dragged my father and asked him, "say, do you love me?" My father dodged my claws again and again, and finally, I couldn't bear to be harassed by him before he said, "your father, I am a big man, you are the only daughter, do you think I love it or not?"  
  it doesn't matter whether you nag or not. I know that the biggest duplicity in the world is the lie you told me, even if you miss me very much, but also push me out. Because you know that even if you don't want to give up, you can't keep me around for a long time, so you might as well push me to a higher and farther place.  
 

I knew for a long time that the summer vacation was so short that I would leave sooner or later.

and in fact, a lifetime is not long.