(Dan Tri) - The closer it gets to Tet, the more tired I feel with my husband's family. Why do they have such strange habits?
I used to think I was lucky to marry into a rich, kind family. My in-laws were famous in the neighborhood for their gentle nature and willingness to help others. My husband was a model man, loving his wife and children, and rarely raised his voice. Everything seemed perfect, but life as a daughter-in-law was not as simple as I thought.
My husband's family has a strange hobby, which is to gather to eat and drink. Every few days, uncles, aunts, cousins, and relatives from near and far all come to my house to celebrate. My husband's parents are very generous, ready to throw a big party, preparing all kinds of sumptuous dishes.
There would be nothing to complain about at these parties, if the guests were helpful. But no, the family members just sat there eating, laughing, singing loudly, and then left.
My mother-in-law is enthusiastic but very clumsy. She doesn’t like to order take-out because she wants to show her thoughtfulness and closeness. Almost all the work, from cooking to cleaning, falls on me.
My husband not only did not defend his wife, but also enthusiastically joined in with his parents. He always said: "It's a blessing to have such a happy family. It's a bit tiring but worth it."
Worth it? I don't see anything worth it except the times I washed the dishes with tears in my eyes.
The closer it gets to Tet, the busier my husband’s house gets. The dining schedule is packed, sometimes seeing off guests in the morning and then entertaining another group in the afternoon. I have almost no time to rest, let alone prepare for Tet on my own.
The climax was one evening, after being exhausted from cleaning up the year-end party, I was about to take a shower when my mother-in-law called out to me: "Honey, Uncle Tam is coming tomorrow. Prepare some food in advance, tomorrow we will make fish hotpot." I almost wanted to scream but still had to hold it in, forced a smile in response.
That evening, I had just gone up to my room when I heard screaming from downstairs. I rushed down and saw Uncle Hai lying on the chair, his face purple. Everyone gathered around, shouting, but no one knew what to do.
I frantically asked about the situation, but no one answered. My father-in-law panicked: "He must be having an allergic reaction. Call an ambulance." But at that time, in the midst of the chaos, no one thought about how to handle it. I immediately ran to find anti-allergy medicine, while the others stood watching and gossiping.
Luckily, Uncle Hai was taken to the hospital in time. After examination, the doctor said he was allergic to the seafood in the meal. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief, but I did not.
When I got home, I couldn't hide my anger. I said to my husband, "See? No matter how many people gather, something will happen. This time, I was lucky to save Uncle Hai, but what if there is a next time?"
My husband was silent for a long time. Finally, he nodded, looking at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would get this bad. Let me tell my parents, we need to hang out less."
I don't know if my husband's promise will be kept or not? But at least, this is the first time he listened to me about this.
Being a daughter-in-law of a rich family requires not only being skillful, but also being strong enough to protect yourself. And I am determined not to let myself continue to be caught up in the endless cycle of "big family" parties.
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