What do women crave most when they enter menopause?
Mr. A.’s neighbor has a daughter who is “out of dipping sauce”, and the couple, who are nearly 30 years old, have bought a large apartment, and have given birth to a cute chubby baby boy. Mr. B.’s house, who just moved here, also has a “jar of apricot wine” which is good value for money. A daughter has lived in the west for many years, only to send money to build a house for her parents, it doesn’t look any different from a villa.
For the first time on behalf of my husband – it was Mr. B. going to a meeting of the neighborhood group, I accidentally overheard neighbors complimenting my daughter. Before he could cool down, the smile died in his heart when someone said: “There, children like that, what more can you expect?”.
Good children, good children and earn money, how can a parent be unhappy, not proud. But that’s it, how is it enough…
What’s the point of the house being too big, when I only get to see my daughter once every 2-3 years? Many New Year’s he refuses to return, because people in the west do not celebrate the Lunar New Year. So the two old grandparents shopped, cleaned, and celebrated Tet together. The house is nice and spacious, but I feel lonely.
As for my husband, it seems different. Sometimes, he also casually said, “Do you think how to coax him back to Vietnam to play for a few months?” But the nostalgia for my husband’s daughter only occasionally surfaced for a moment, then disappeared as soon as he went to watch cockfights and play chess.
In the end, only the mother, this wife is lonely and aloof.
When I was young, my husband never came home late so that his wife and children had to wait or have a meal. Suddenly, after retiring, he became… addicted to cockfighting with chess, only brought his body home at 8 pm, and grumbled because he lost 4 matches today.
It’s still the same old days, when a girl came home from school, she rushed to the kitchen, helping her mother cook rice while confiding in all sorts of things, from the fact that she couldn’t do her homework to the fact that a friend put a letter in her desk drawer. Even the first time I confessed but was rejected, my daughter brought it back and told her mother, then crawled into her mother’s lap and cried. Well, he used to tell me everything, big or small.
It doesn’t make up for it now, sometimes it only takes 5-7 minutes to call, it calls me very busy and then hangs up.
I know what my child says, but I don’t understand how busy he is, how specific his work is, and whether his colleagues are good.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that I don’t understand my daughter anymore. Although she has always been a good daughter, she never let her parents lack anything. But I’m sure he doesn’t know how much his mother longs for a meal with enough 3 people in the house and even when the two of them cook and gossip like before.
Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m happy but I don’t know how to enjoy it? But is it crazy to want to be close to the children, to be close to the husband, to want the family to be as happy as when the child was a child?
If I had known before menopause, I would want to be this close to my baby, I would have given birth to a few more!
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