i remember when i was a kid, on a very happy new year's eve, there was a big blast.
My dad was the supervisor of a factory and his responsibilities included rewarding his hard working employees with extra money to enjoy the holiday sale. We call this traditional custom "red envelop". Everyone gets it.
however, just before my dad was about taking off going to the office on that one morning, he asked me to divide the total amount by X into X envelopes. I did what he asked. But shortly thereafter, he was counting the money again to make sure i did it right, there it turned out there was a significant amount of money short. Of course, i was the one held responsible.
My dad was angry and reprimanded me in a ruthless tone (sounded to me). I was mortified and furious and couldn't find my tongue back to defend myself. He was disappointed with me because i wouldn't give up the money he thought i took. He left for the office, and left me in a devastating, heart breaking mood.
He returned home shortly after he distributed those "red envelopes" to his employess, and he found me sobbing in bed, hair messed up, eyes puffy, hardly could tell that was his adorable daughter at all time. He turned me around and pampered me, he apologized that he got the wrong amount of money by mistake. He found the withdraw slip.
On 8th grade, one of my best friend humiliated me and pushed me in front of everyone accusing me of reading her article, which she made it such a deal. However, the fact was, i was sitting on her desk chatting with my other gals, and she saw me from distance and thought i was peeking her article, which i wasn't. She was being a real bitch and giving me a hard time. I never talked to her anymore again, never did i want, not until next life. Few years later, i heard from her. She apologized, she confessed that she knew i didn't doing it becasue her other friends witnessed for me. But she didn't have the nerve and face to come to me until few years later. We became friends again.
What if it comes to a relationship?? Everyone has his/her cue, some people can't bear being cheated, some people can't stand being misunderstood. I am the latter one, once it happens to me, there is no way to turn things around. However, cheating seems less harmful to me.
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