I looked at my son, who was impatient and said, "There's no need to argue anymore. Your dad and I are getting a divorce. You won't have a mother anymore."
This marriage should have ended long ago and it was better to leave this son behind too.
Upon hearing about the divorce, the three of them didn't seem surprised, instead, they found it laughable. "Divorce? Do you think you'll find another fool to take care of you after leaving me? Whitney, stop dreaming!" Brandon said arrogantly.
My son also mocked me, "With you looking like that, Dad's the only one who would want you."
Ignoring their ridicule, I went to pack some essentials and left. I didn't dare go home because I knew my parents would try to persuade me to return.
Over the years, I had resisted many times, but whenever I resolved to leave this life, my parents would intervene, "How old are you? You're making a fuss over such a small matter. Bryan is already so grown up, what are you doing causing trouble? You're in your thirties. Be more mature."
I had heard such words countless times and countless times my resistance proved futile. Without family to support me, I decided to be strong on my own.