I have never felt family affection and my relationship with my parents is very bad. What should I do?

First of all, I wish my teachers and friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Thank you again, teachers and friends, for the invitation!

What is family affection? The definition of family affection is the existence between people or animals who are related by blood. It is something that everyone thinks about, and it is not a cognition or human sixth sense that has yet to be fully understood by modern science and technology. Sometimes it also refers to the friendship between close and deeply emotional people.

Didn’t feel any family affection? The little girl asserted: "This is definitely not the so-called inner voice in the dust (silence) of the vast world." Let me ask: "Since we were pregnant in ten months Coming to the world, from the crying of "angry ghosts and gods" all night long in infancy to the bumpy growth from childhood, adolescence to adulthood, only our parents' tireless and happy-hearted smiles accompany us..."

"Tiger poison does not eat its seeds." This is true for both humans and animals. In the vast world of mortals, what if the stream of history can still flow back, then it will be safe in the mother's womb of the dusty world Can you and I, while absorbing the mother's "blood", understand and feel the mother's October discomfort or what we now call lack?

When we come to this world, will we Have you felt the physical pain and joy of our ordinary yet great mother? There are no absolutes in the world, and it cannot be denied that different living environments have created you, me and him in different histories. But no matter what, there is only one thing we need to remember: "Mother is a A great term that cannot be denounced by any excuse. She means strong, hard-working, simple, kind, gentle, loving, peaceful, caring, caring, caring, considerate, warm, warm, gentle, gentle, kind, kind, honest, hard-working, thrifty and virtuous..."

Unable to feel the family affection, "I am forced to express my sorrow in order to compose new words." Throughout history, things are difficult to predict. You and I, who are in the dust, walk and cherish. "A son never tells his father's fault", I don't want to say the next sentence, be your truest self, the journey is difficult...

When a leaf falls, the world falls. The maples are dancing, and the sky is red with shame.

First of all: it’s not that you haven’t felt it, you just haven’t felt it.

Although I don’t know what your living situation was like when you were a child, in short, you can grow up to be so old, and still have the skills to post questions here, and you can still look forward to family affection and parents emotionally. Still alive and well. It means that your parents love you.

A very likely situation is that the difference between your parents' love for you and your expectations is too big, and you are mostly disappointed, but you are also eager. Also, which child doesn’t desire a harmonious relationship with their parents, where they both know that they love each other very much?

Everyone is what they are now because of the accumulation of all the emotions and thoughts generated by all the events in the past years. If you were missing one link, you wouldn’t be you.

Many years ago, I had an iron clothes hanger broken because I refused to turn off the TV and stubbornly sat there. At that time, I thought maybe my mother was just annoyed with me and wanted me to be her puppet. She might think I was a burden and just had to be supported, and she didn't love me that much.

Many years ago, I had a lot of food, and I had no memory of my father for many years. My mother never got along with me. As long as one person in the family was unhappy and I started talking about me, the whole family would stand by. Hold a criticism meeting for me over there. A small dozen every two days and a large dozen every three days. I felt that no one understood me, and in the end even I began not to understand myself. I gradually became depressed and did not like to talk about my concerns. At that time, I thought maybe I wasn't the one who deserved to be loved. After all, I was so ignorant and everyone liked good kids like my sister.

Many years ago, because I was in a rebellious stage, I didn’t like to follow all the established paths. My mother is the type who has high expectations for me, hoping that my son will become a dragon and my daughter will become a phoenix. Disappointment after disappointment made her lower her expectations of me again and again. I have the feeling that love is like the water flowing out of the faucet, slapping on the ground, and if it is lost, it is lost. Water will eventually run out one day, and it may be running out now. It’s a complex feeling of self-deprecation, sadness, and self-blame.

Things like feelings are inherently intangible, right? But you can't say it doesn't exist, not to mention that people in their time were much more focused on emotions and even empathy than people today.

It's just that you didn't feel it, or that your feelings were too complicated and unclear to you.

I still remember that sometimes after she hit me, I would fall asleep with tears in my eyes, and she would come in and kiss me gently.

I am beginning to understand that her gritted teeth are not because she does not love me, but because the way she loves is different from what I understand and want.

I am beginning to understand that the image of my father is blurred in my memory, not because he does not want to mark a heavy step in my young memory, but because he is assuming his sense of responsibility, and he has to make money to make me Live and try to live as well as possible.

I still feel helpless. In those years, my mother was so angry with the immature me that she would cry loudly on the street alone and shed tears silently in the room.

I feel sad, but I still try to be strong. She feels distressed, and she is also trying to be strong.

I was pregnant in ten months and felt like I wanted to die all night. I was born with a dystocia and the umbilical cord trapped my neck. When I came out, my whole head was purple and I almost died.

Sometimes I think that my mother persisted like this in the heavy snow all night. She was in so much pain that she couldn’t recognize who she was. She just wanted to save my life. She is exchanging her life for mine. How much love do you need?

We all have a hard time living to such an old age.

Let’s talk about the second one. To this day, she and I can't get along, and we can't even talk to each other. There are many parts of my father that he doesn't understand about me, and I'm still not used to revealing my feelings.

I have tried many methods suggested by others, and tried my best to be close to their ideas and do what they said.

I laughed in the end, so strange.

Why do we need others to teach us how to get along with our parents? They have not been involved in our years, and they don’t know whether my parents are stubborn or strong. They don’t know what my mental journey was during those years. What qualifications do they have to teach me?

The only one who can tell you how to deal with this relationship and how to get along with them is you.

Only you are the best teacher on this road.

If you don’t want to talk about intimate topics, don’t talk about them. If you can’t talk to them like good friends, then don’t talk about them. After so many years, we have become comfortable getting along with each other.

So I won’t say much here. After all, I am not qualified to tell you what you should do.

But I still want to make a suggestion: If you have nothing to say, just ask a few questions, "You little old man, don't run out to play mahjong every day when it's cold."

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"Don't be reluctant to eat and wear."

"Take good care of your body."

When you can go back , sit quietly.

Everything we do is to give you peace of mind. At least you feel uneasy now. If this continues, the moment they leave, your regret will be even greater and your heart will be even more uneasy.

Now, you should think quietly about what to do and what to change.

The scrawled end is because... the battery is out!

But I’m so verbose, huh.

I wish you happiness.

I don’t know what age you are, and I don’t know what the specific situation is. I will give you some humble opinions based on my personal experience.

My family situation is pretty good, and none of my friends have a particularly bad relationship with their parents, but over the years I have heard others discuss how their children are doing. . Indeed, there are many children who have a bad relationship with their parents, and in this case there is usually a big conflict between the parents. If the relationship between parents is handled too hastily and they do not accept each other later, it will often cause harm to the children. I have also seen families with a very good life, but they have a child who is very ignorant. This situation really makes me feel sad.

We don’t pursue right or wrong. I hope that your parents’ love for you is too hidden and you didn’t notice it when you were young.

To give a very simple example, my father is very busy at work and has spent as little time with me since I was a child as in TV shows. Although I can understand my father, I still feel sad in my heart. Some complaints.

It wasn't until I reached high school that my father came to deliver meals to me several times. It was these simple contacts that made me understand my father's love in an instant.

Taking the meal from my father, my tender hands formed a heartbreaking contrast with his rough, calloused hands. There was not much communication, as all the children complained. He just told me to study hard. Looking at my father who has been shorter than me for some time (I am just over 160), I seem to understand why he wants me to eat more and more all day long. When he turned around and left, he lowered his head in silence and moved forward, as if he was taking a breath after finishing a day's work. Once after he left, I looked back at him and happened to see him bumping into the person next to him absentmindedly. He bent down to apologize, and my tears never stopped. I understood “father” instantly.

In any case, there are very few parents who do not love their children. Most of them who have come from those times have a hard time living. No matter how deep the love of parents is hidden, the delicate thoughts You will always find clues about them.

I am not sure about the situation of asking the Lord. If you need it, you can chat with me privately. I very much hope that I can solve your problem.