女儿上初一了,就在我所就职的学校。刚开始几个月还好,时间一长,新鲜劲一过,我们母女的噩梦开始了。每天起床,我们俩就开始争吵。从起床早晚到早餐喜好,从一个眼神到一句言语,都可以成为我们争吵的导火索。一开口,家里满是火药味;不开口,气氛又迅速降到冰点。老公夹在中间,不敢说话,自知谁也惹不起。一段时间下来,我疲惫不堪,甚至开始怀疑人生。 The first day of my daughter, I was in my school. Fortunately, the first few months, a long time, fresh vigor over, our mother and daughter’s nightmare began. Get up every day, we both began to quarrel. From getting up early to evening breakfast preferences, from one look to a word, can become the fuse of our quarrel. An opening, the house full of gunpowder flavor; not open, the atmosphere quickly dropped to freezing point. My husband caught in the middle, afraid to speak, who knows can not afford to mess with. For some time, I was exhausted, and even began to suspect life.