My aunt from my hometown came to stay for one night, and the next day the bedsheet in the trash can made me determined to keep her

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My aunt from my hometown came to stay at my home for one night, and the next day when I saw the bedsheet in the trash can, I was determined to keep her

To love someone, you must also accept each other's families and the family members the other person values. Isn't this the simplest truth? But my wife still refuses to accept the person who matters most to me. She has the strengths of the city girls I like, but also a full sense of superiority, believing herself to be above others, and in the end her actions completely disappointed me. I think we may need to reconsider our relationship.

My background is pitiful. My parents died early when I was young, and afterward my grandmother raised me. Because of her poor health, she inevitably neglected me somewhat, but fortunately my aunt was there to care for me, and for many years she treated me as her own child and looked after me well. After my grandmother passed away, although my aunt had her own children, she still treated me as her own son, giving me care and attention everywhere. At that time I was in my senior year of high school, and every so often she would run to the town middle school to bring me this and that, afraid that if I ate poorly or slept poorly it would affect my grades and ruin my whole life. I am truly very grateful to her.

It was precisely because of my aunt's support, both emotional and financial (all four years of my university tuition and living expenses were paid by my aunt), that I was able to finish university and able to work and settle down in the provincial capital. Because of this, I met my wife, who was born here. My life gradually got better, but I have never forgotten that all of this was given to me by my aunt, and in my heart I have always wanted to repay her.

My aunt's son works in a big city, my uncle passed away long ago, and my cousin has also married far away, leaving my aunt alone in my hometown. I worried that something might happen to her health, afraid that as she got older she might have trouble moving around and fall, so after I got married I wanted to bring her to live with us, but she refused. She said it was because she was not used to living in the city, but I understood that it was really because my wife was unwilling. Some time ago she came to bring me pickled vegetables, and I kept her to sleep over for one night. I brought up the old matter again, hoping she would stay. My wife was very angry when she heard this. That night she quarreled with me, saying that my aunt was not my real mother and that she had no obligation to support her. She also complained that my aunt, a country woman, was dirty, and firmly refused. To show her displeasure, the next day she even threw the bedsheet my aunt had slept on into the trash can right in front of the old woman.

Looking at the bedsheet in the trash can, at my aunt packing her things to leave, and at my unreasonable, rude wife who showed not the slightest respect for my aunt, I could no longer bear it. I decided that even if it meant divorcing my wife, I would still let my aunt stay. After all, she is the person who has been best to me in this world, and I cannot only think of taking care of my own small family while forgetting the debt of rebirth she gave me. Everyone, am I right?