My aunt said she spent 400,000 to buy me a house. She said that she would borrow 200,000 and give 200,000 as a gift, on the premise that "you have to live and work well." She said, let me pay back 330,000.
But it is recorded in my account book that she paid 380,000 yuan to buy a house in 2015, and I transferred her 120,000 yuan that day. The difference is 260,000. Adding in the curtains, wardrobes, New Year red envelopes, and errand labor fees she helped buy over the years, the total is less than 280,000. The extra 120,000 yuan came from who knows where.
She said that the 103,000 yuan that my uncle helped me manage my finances in 2015 had "repaid a long time ago", but she could not produce any transfer records.
She said that I owed her and that I promised to work well. Ten years ago, she said that she would help me buy a house to give me a home in Beijing.
I spent five years reading psychology books, reading about gaslighting, narcissistic personality disorder, and Jung. I accumulated a bunch of concepts in my mind, but I never dared to put the words in the book onto a living person's face. I'm afraid that I'm too sensitive and that everything looks like a nail when I look at it with a hammer.
Until 2024, when I was cleaning, I found a lump of green-haired cat vomit under the bed. That day, my aunt broke in the door, pushed me from the east end of the room to the west end, and punched and kicked me at the solid wood wardrobe. She shouted to my brother on the phone: "Your sister is severely depressed and will commit suicide. Come to Beijing to collect her body." From that day on, I decided not to wipe her vomit. I opened the ledger. I pulled out the nails one by one. She asked when the money would be transferred, and I said I would do the math. She asked me to pay back 330,000 yuan. I said that my account was 280,000 yuan and that you owed me 100,000 yuan.
