When we parted, I couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
He frowned.
"What's wrong? You think I'm heartless?"
"Make it clear, I'm not the one who doesn't want you, you're the one insisting on divorce."
"It's already signed, don't tell me you're re..."
"Don't flatter yourself," I interrupted indifferently.
"I'm just admiring you, a mama's boy, for the first time being so straightforward."
After moving out, I got a credit card and rented a room.
Once everything was settled, I started looking through job listings.
I haven't worked for many years and I don't have any special skills.
I thought about starting as a cleaner, but even the cleaning ladies they were hiring required work experience.
I looked until it was dark, but I couldn't find a suitable job.
My stomach was rumbling.
I thought this wasn't urgent, so I might as well eat first.
Unexpectedly, I ran into my former neighbor, Mr. Wood, at the spaghetti shop.
"I remember once when I was on a business trip, my mother suddenly fell ill. You and your wife sent her to the hospital."
"I've always been grateful."
"Neighbors should help each other out."
He asked me what industry I was in.
I felt a bit embarrassed.