On Sunday, another fierce family war broke out. This war was both conventional and unprecedented. Conventional in that it was the same old-fashioned plot as always, and unprecedented in that the intensity of this conflict was unprecedented. She hit my thigh with a thermos cup, and I slapped her several times with all my strength. The cause of the incident was my daughter’s running away from home. My daughter did not go far, but just hid in the yard. After I found her, I took her to the supermarket to play video games to comfort her. After returning, my wife was emotionally agitated and out of control, and she scolded me and my daughter for 40 minutes. I kept silent at first and tried my best to restrain myself, but I couldn’t bear it anymore and the war broke out. I couldn’t figure out what gave her the courage to challenge my dignity and take the initiative to fight with me? This unreasonable crazy woman. She didn’t go home that night, and I knew through the location of her mobile phone that she stayed in a nearby hotel for one night. I was helpless and powerless about this bloody situation, but I felt sorry for my two daughters! In any case, this matter must pass.  After I calmed down, I bought myself a mattress. My bed has never had a mattress, and I am the only one in the family who doesn’t have one. I have a herniated disc, and my waist and back are very uncomfortable, but I couldn’t bear to buy a mattress. It’s not for anything else, I’m short of money, and I want to spend the rest on them. Unfortunately, no one understands me, and no one cares about me. I think it’s okay, only I care about myself. No one will appreciate it if I save money and treat myself well. I want to find my own happiness. I can’t live completely for others. Living for myself is not selfish.