My aunt from my hometown came to stay with me for one night and the next day I saw the sheets in the trash can and I was determined to keep her.

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My aunt from my hometown came to stay with me for one night, and the next day I saw the sheets in the trash can, so I decided to keep her.

Love a person must also accept each other's family and each other's valued family, this is not a simple truth? But my wife still refuses to accept the person who is most important to me. She has the excellence of the city girl I like, but she also has a sense of superiority and thinks she is superior, and in the end, what she did let me down completely. I think we may have to reconsider our relationship.

My poor background, my parents died young, and then my grandmother brought me up. Because of her poor health, she inevitably neglected me. Fortunately, my aunt was there to take care of me and took good care of me for many years. After grandma died, although my aunt had children, she still regarded me as her own son and took care of me everywhere. I was in my third year of high school at that time, and she went to the middle school in the town to send me here and there soon. I was afraid that my grades would be affected and my whole life would be delayed because I could not eat well and sleep well. I am really very grateful to her.

It was because of my aunt's spiritual and financial support (my aunt gave me tuition and living expenses for four years of college) that I was able to finish college and work and settle in the provincial capital city. I met my wife who was born here. My life is slowly getting better, but I never forget that all this is given by my aunt, and I always want to repay her in my heart.

My aunt's son works in a big city, my uncle has passed away, my cousin has been married far away, and my aunt is left alone in my hometown. I was worried that there would be something wrong with her health. I was afraid that she would not fall when she was old. I wanted to pick her up after marriage, but she refused. She said that because she was not used to living in the city, in fact, I understood that it was because of my wife's unwillingness. Some time ago, she came to bring me pickles. I left her to sleep for a night. I asked her to stay again. My wife was very angry. She quarreled with me that night, saying that my aunt was not my real mother, and she had no obligation to support her. She also disliked my aunt, a country woman, and firmly disagreed. In order to show her disgust, she threw the sheets she had slept with her into the dustbin in front of the old man the next day.

Looking at the sheets in the dustbin and the aunt who was packing up and leaving, and the unreasonable, outrageous and disrespectful wife of my aunt, I didn't want to put up with it any longer. I decided that I would rather divorce my wife and let my aunt stay. After all, she is the best person to me in the world. I can't just take care of my own family and forget her kindness to me. Is that right?