He accused me of scaring our son and locked his mother outside the door.
He said I was unreasonable.
Huh, aren't it you who made me unreasonable?
I used to be understanding and compassionate.
Later, life became a mess, and I turned into someone short-fused, arguing with anyone I met.
"Did you quit your job?" he asked.
"Hmm." I nodded.
Of course, I didn't submit the resignation letter. I just took an annual leave.
If I quit and lost my job, it would be more advantageous for him to fight for custody of our son.
I checked the bag he had put in the entrance cabinet when he came back while he was taking a shower.
That was where he put his shoes, so I usually wouldn't touch it.
The bag contained a divorce agreement, saying he would only give me 30,000 dollars while the house, car, and custody of our son all belonged to him.
I quietly put the agreement back in place, and when he finished showering and came out, I pretended to have a discussion with him. "My parents' old house was demolished, and they received 6 million dollars in compensation. They plan to give me 2 million dollars. Should we buy a house in a good school district or get a new car?"