I am an only child. Three years ago, my parents died in a car accident and I became an orphan.

One day not long after the incident, I was on my way home and saw a dying little native dog lying on the side of the road. It was about a month old.

Seeing it, I seemed to see my own shadow.

I took it to the pet hospital. The doctor said that it had dog distemper and there was little hope of curing it.

But I looked at it trying to breathe, and I didn’t want to give it up, so I took it home and named it Doudou.

After that, I took Doudou to the pet hospital for medical treatment every day and took good care of him until he fully recovered.

Once, when Doudou saw that I was unhappy, he sat at my feet and looked at me tenderly with a pair of eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say to me.

So, from then on, I would tell it everything that was in my heart.

When I talked about my parents, I cried while talking, and Doudou accompanied me with tears in her eyes. It was the first time in my life that I experienced the so-called empathy, even though it came from a dog.

More than a month later, with Doudou by my side, the painful part of my heart was slowly recovering. My life gradually got back on track. I started to work, and Doudou became an important family member of mine.

No matter how late I come home from get off work, Doudou will greet me warmly. We played together and walked together. I can expose all my joys, sorrows and joys in front of it and be my true self.

At this time, my boyfriend showed up.

That day, when he took the plastic bag from my hand and took the initiative to help Doudou clean up the feces, I suddenly felt a heartbeat.

He is a straight man, and his way of pursuing me is simple and direct. He has dinner appointments every day, occasionally watches movies, and has a fixed project: walking the dog.

After more than two years of dating, I got pregnant and he took me to meet his parents. That was the first time I met his parents.

His family is in a suburb of a neighboring city, and his parents are both farmers. His mother looks very capable, and it can be seen that his mother makes all the decisions in his family, big and small.

His mother often talked about the fact that I was an orphan; but because I had a house left to me by my parents, she felt quite satisfied and agreed to our marriage.

Our marriage was very simple. My boyfriend and I went to get a certificate and there was no wedding ceremony. The wedding room was the house left to me by my original parents.

Not long after I got married, because I was busy and overtired at work, I had bleeding during pregnancy. The doctor diagnosed me as threatened miscarriage, and I needed to stay in bed for rest.

At that time, my husband was also following up on an important project and could not ask for leave. I planned to hire a part-time worker to take care of me, but he took it upon himself to call his mother over from his hometown.

After his mother came to my house, she saw Doudou and said angrily: “Why should I keep a dog when I’m pregnant? No wonder she miscarried…” It was very unpleasant.

One day, his mother kicked Doudou. Doudou was limping in pain, and I felt so distressed that I asked my husband to take him to the pet hospital for a checkup.

When his mother found out, she cursed: “A dog is so valuable. I think you have too much money.”

She doesn’t understand what Doudou means to me. I don’t blame her. I just hope that she can return to her hometown soon.

A month later, I recovered enough to go to work, and my husband’s mother also decided to return to her hometown. After all, there are still more than ten acres of vegetables grown at home, and his father can’t do it alone.

But I didn’t expect that on the day she returned to her hometown, she secretly took Doudou away.

When I found out, I burst into tears. I asked my husband why his mother didn’t respect me at all.

My husband gave various explanations, saying that his mother took the dog away for my own good and for the good of the child in my belly. He begged me not to be angry, saying that anger would affect the child in my belly.

I called his mother and told her that Doudou was very important to me and I hoped she would treat it well, and she agreed.

During that time, I would watch Doudou videos through his mother every day.

However, within a few days, something heartbreaking happened.

For two consecutive days, I wanted to video chat with Doudou, but his mother found various reasons not to allow me to video chat with Doudou.

I feel very strange. Is Doudou sick? Or got lost? His mother was worried about me, so she didn’t dare to tell me?

I asked my husband to call his father, and his father said on the phone: “I was killed and eaten by them!”

“Doudou was eaten?”

I felt as if someone had punched me hard in front of my face. My eyes were filled with stars. My whole body went limp and I collapsed directly on the ground.

Then I felt a huge pain in my lower abdomen and I had a miscarriage.

I was very sad, just as sad as when my parents passed away. I was lying in the hospital, hopeless and hopeless.

I miss my parents, I miss Doudou, and I miss the children I have never met.

What was even more difficult for me to face was that after learning that I had a miscarriage, his mother angrily said that I was cold-blooded and that I had made her lose her grandson for the sake of a dog…

Later, I was frustrated and said to my boyfriend: “Every time I see you, I think of Doudou. I think of it being killed, cooked, and becoming a dish for your family. I’m not being pretentious. I really don’t Know how to face it.”

Unexpectedly, instead of explaining or comforting him, he yelled at me loudly: “I am very sad that Doudou is dead, but what can I do? It is indeed a dog. If the dog dies, our children will not die either. Now, in your eyes, you only have your dog, do you ever care about my feelings?”

Later, my best friend who had not been seen for a long time suddenly appeared at my house. It turned out that my husband had been in love with her for a long time.

My heart was cut by a knife. This time, I had nothing again and became an orphan.

I felt like I couldn’t survive.

My parents died in a car accident.

My newlywed husband cheated on my best friend.

My child was miscarried, and

even my dog was eaten by my husband’s parents.

What I suffered was not only the double torture of family and love, but also the humiliation of friendship being pushed to the ground and rubbed against it.

WHAT DID I DO WRONG?

Why treat me like this? How am I going to survive?