Recent Taiwanese news reveals that Li Wen’s husband is seeking legal help to reverse Li Wen’s will. He suspects that Li Wen’s will is fake, because why would she leave all her property to her mother. If he can nullify her will, then he will be the primary inheritor of her estate. Li Wen’s sister has responded, “I’m not Bruce. I can’t speak for him. Go interview him instead.”
Comments ask, “Isn’t he rich already? Why does he need to fight over her estate? Isn’t he afraid of karma?”
“This guy is an evil cunt.”
“I mean, he’s literally the biggest reason for her depression!”
A childcare blogger writes, “Just happened on a story of a mother dying after a c-section due to a pulmonary embolism. Just want to emphasise here, that you should get up and move around as soon as possible after giving birth. Lying around isn’t good for you. I know my readers tend to be high-risk groups too, who take aspirin or heparin up until the moment they give birth. You need to be even more careful of blood clots postpartum. If they recommend you keep up with your heparin after birth, then listen to the doctors. C-sections has a much higher risk for clots than vaginal delivery. I didn’t take my heparin after my delivery because I just figured I wouldn’t get unlucky, but that’s the wrong thing to do.”
Comments say, “I only got out of bed four days after delivering, and almost immediately passed out, because it just hurt too much. I couldn’t take it. It hurt so much I couldn’t breath, and just fell over. My D2 has always been high, so the doctors were worried about blood clots, and ran all kinds of tests and scans on me.”
“I had to get an emergency c-section just a couple of hours after my shot of heparin that day, and ended up almost bleeding to death. It was probably related. Super scary too.”
“I got second degree tears after my vaginal delivery, stayed in the hospital for 6 days. The day I was done delivery, I forced myself to get up and walk around the hospital bed. It hurt so much I wanted to die, but I forced myself to walk. And every time I was done nursing, I’d get up and walk a little, crying the whole time. The doctors said I’m doing a great job. I’m just afraid I’ll die if I lie around.”
“Women who are divorced, or who are old and single, if you ask if she’s happy, she’ll certainly say, “Oh sure, super happy. My life is great! Everything’s fantastic!” If you look at her social media, you’ll find everything really does look fantastic. She taking trips in China and abroad, eating at Michelin star restaurants, drinking afternoon tea, keeping cats and dogs, looking at sunsets. Really feels like they’re taking full advantage of their life.
But if someone asks her, “If you’re single, don’t you have needs? How do you solve it?” Then she’ll jump all over you and chew you out like crazy, all like, “I’ve got tons of young men on the hook. I can sleep with whoever the fuck I want. Isn’t that great?”
If they’re really living well, they would’ve been calm and uncaring and smiling. The people who jump up and immediately attack back are the one who just got hurt in a sensitive spot. Just look at who’s jumping in the comments and you’ll see what I mean.”
Comments say, “Married women complain about their husbands and kids every day and don’t care if people make fun of them. Single women say it’s so great living by themselves. Married women admit that by the time you’re middle age, you’re not interested in sex anymore. Single women say they can sleep with college guys and it’s even better. I say that most marriages are happy, and you need to date while you’re young. And people get mad, like, “Are you done washing your husband’s socks and underwear yet?””
“Excellent content as always, especially when it comes to women. You can tell when you see a kindly grandma that she’s lived a happy and fulfilling life.”
“I mean, if you’re not super close, it’s just plain rude to ask women about their sex life, isn’t it?”
A tiktok video of a little girl having her birthday party, where her baby brother insists on cutting the cake, and she’s very upset about it.
Comments say, “If you don’t know how to be parents, then don’t be parents. I can’t believe they even posted this online. Do they want to be yelled at?”
“If I had this sort of birthday, I won’t forget it for the rest of my life. I’d get birthday PTSD.”
“My birthday is the 24th of March. My brother’s birthday is the 27th of March. I’ve never had my birthday on the 24th. They always wait until the 27th, and then tell me that they’re celebrating my birthday alongside my brother’s. But the cake is always in front of him. And he always gets to blow out the candles. And he gets to make the wishes. I just get a slice of cake. One year, for the 27th, I didn’t want to go home, so I hung out for a bit after school, finished my homework, and then made my way home. As soon as I stepped in the door, my mom slapped me in the face. And my aunt said with all the contempt in the world, “Don’t you know the whole family is waiting to celebrate your birthday!? Why would you come back so late?” What I wanted to say at the time is, “But today isn’t my birthday. No one is going to celebrate my birthday. If it weren’t for the fact that you came over and my mom had to put on a pretense, nobody would’ve waited for me.” But I was too afraid to say it. My mom beats people very hard. I’ve had two fractures from my beatings. I’ve attempted suicide twice before 18. I’m afraid to say anything about my mom.”
“I’ve got a one year old baby, and I thought he was just allergic to eggs and milk. But when we actually got the allergen test done, I had no idea he’d have this many allergies. But aside from eggs and milk, most of this stuff doesn’t come up a lot anyways, so it’s not that hard to avoid it in his diet. I’ve bought formula for him, but he won’t drink it. The doctor says that so long as he’s on track for development, then I can just continue with breastfeeding, but I’m starting to run out of breastmilk. I have to wake up multiple times a night. Allergy-prone babies are so hard. Does anyone else have allergy-prone babies? Can their allergies get better if I keep up with breastfeeding?”
She attaches pictures of her baby’s arm?
Comments say, “How come kids today are so fragile? When we were little, nobody was allergic.”
“I’m allergic to water TT_TT. Every time I shower, I get rashes all over my body, and nothing can fix it TT_TT”
“I haven’t gotten tested, but I suspect I’m allergic to mosquitoes, because every time I get a bite, the lump is ginormous.”
“I had a heart-to-heart with my mom for my 25th birthday. I took my parents out to dinner for my 25th birthday, and during dinner, I asked them what they’d gotten me for my birthday. They responded, “We raised you to adulthood. What else do you want?”
After a lot of insistence from me, they send me a red packet with 25 RMB. I didn’t take it. After crying for hours, I sent this text to my mom. I don’t know if I’m just being selfish or not, but I’ve been ignored time and time again. In all the little, trivial ways, I feel like I’m not loved at all.”
She attaches screenshots of her texts with her mom.
Mom: “Today is my day of suffering. Happy Birthday, daughter. [Red pocket]”
OP: “…I don’t want it anymore. I’m never going to have a birthday again.”
Mom: “Do you get what I mean? When I gave birth to you, it was very painful. It’s my day of suffering.”
OP: “Yeah. I remember that for several birthdays now, you’ve repeated the line, “I’ve raised you for this many years. What else do you want?” And end up giving me nothing. You always use the excuse that you’ve raised me for all these years to destroy any anticipation I have. The older I get, the more I feel like I’m a kid that wasn’t loved or wanted. Sure, I’m grateful that you put me through school and helped me get a government job. Now that I’m making a salary, I don’t need any more support from you anymore. And I give back to you guys as much as I can. I’ve always felt I was lucky. I wasn’t a victim of sexism.
But it’s become more and more obvious after I’ve started working. When you bought this house, you made it clear it was for my brother. You even yelled at me that, “Don’t you dare try to fight with him over it!” Even though it was for my brother, you keep telling me, “I’m letting you live here, aren’t I? What else do you want?” Before you bought the house, you were hyping everyone up, promising that we’re going to split the mortgage four ways, so it’s easier on everyone involved. But when it actually came time to pay the mortgage, only I and my brother ever contributed to it.
You keep warning me again and again, that when I get my bride price, I should give it all to you, you’ll save it up for me. Or that you’re useless and won’t be able to give me any kind of dowry, I’ll have to save up for it myself. And then, it’s that I should be saving as much as I can, so I can buy myself a car, and drive my brother to and from work. You endlessly complain about how poor you are. You signed me up for a tutoring class that cost 13K and haven’t let me hear the end of it for several years now. When I just graduated and didn’t want to go work in a bank, you wouldn’t hear me explain. You just made fun of me and slapped me.
Because you raised me and you put me through school, you’re always the martyr. I always have to be grateful. You never have to be considerate of my feelings. You never have to be thoughtful of what I think. As soon as I can start working, I become the soil bed for this family. I can only ever give. I can’t bring up wants. If I do, I’m an ungrateful bastard.
Compared to my uncle’s daughters, sure, I’ve lived a more comfortable life materially speaking. But psychologically, I’ve been starved. I always feel like living is boring and pointless and I’m always pessimistic, because that’s the mentality you’ve portrayed in every incident. Every time, you’ve made me feel like I don’t deserve anything, I’m not worth anything. When I live with you, from countless little things, I can feel that I’m the kid that’s not loved.
You asked me before why I still feel insecure even though I have a stable job. It’s because of you. You make me feel like I’m not worth it. You make me feel like I don’t deserve a good partner, or a healthy relationship. I can only be subservient, I can only be picked and chosen by other people. Sometime I wonder what emotionally healthy people are like. I don’t think I’ll ever find an answer.”
Mom: “Are you resentful that I gave birth to you? I think I might have made a mistake giving birth to you too. If you’re upset about the mortgage payments, then stop paying it then. If your dad had a normal job, would he make you pay? Just stop paying.”
OP: “Out of everything I wrote, all you could see what that I’m resentful of mortgage payments? Guess there’s no point in talking to you. You won’t listen at all.”
Comments say, “Why would you ever describe your daughter’s birthday as your day of suffering? Sure, giving birth is hard. But which mother didn’t look forward to the birth of their child with anticipation and hope and love?”
“I’ve never gotten a birthday present from my parents in my life. Every time I bring up wanting a birthday celebration, my mom would say that if anyone should be celebrated, it’s her, because it’s her day of suffering.”
“Why bother communicating? Just pretend you don’t know each other.”
Regarding that last post, by the 25th birthday lady: isn't there a law on the books in China that the daughter is obligated to support her parents? I think I read it in some of your other posts. If she cuts ties with her parents, can they sue her for support (and win)?
be a subservient -> be subservient