“When he goes out, you should remind him to dress warmly. I don’t mean to be harsh, but I was against you marrying into our family. Girls like you, having a shotgun wedding, are so undignified. If we were in ancient times, you might have faced severe
consequences.”
“I only agreed to the marriage because I saw how well you treated Nolan, and he needed someone diligent to care for him. Look at you, like a hen that doesn’t lay eggs. You’ve been married for years, and there’s no news of a child.”
“You even got rid of the first one. I don’t care, but you better let me have a grandchild soon. Our family can’t end with him.”
“Is your family royalty or something?”
I saw my angry face in the mirror.
Nolan’s family is better off than mine, so Nolan’s mom always thought I was with him for their money.
She never liked me or my parents.
When our parents first met, my folks tried hard to keep smiling for my sake, but Nolan’s mom maintained a condescending attitude.
Once prejudice is ingrained, efforts to please are futile.
Nolan’s mom often spoke to me this way, saying even worse things. In her eyes, marrying Nolan was a blessing, and I should be eternally grateful, serving Nolan without complaint.
Nolan never spoke up for me. Maybe he felt the same way.
For the family’s harmony, I endured everything.
But now that I’ve decided to divorce Nolan, why should I keep tolerating it?
“What did you say?” Nolan’s mom’s surprised voice came from the phone.
“I said, do you really think your son is such a catch? I didn’t get pregnant on my own. Your precious son was involved too.”
“You didn’t raise or support me, so why boss me around?”
“So what if your family is wealthy? Did I spend a penny?”
“I’m a hen that doesn’t lay eggs? Maybe your son should plant seeds if he wants flowers. And by the way, I’m already divorced from Nolan. So stop calling me with your complaints. It’s not like I ever wanted to be your daughter–in–law.”
There was a long silence on the other end, probably because Nolan’s mom never expected me to stand up for myself, leaving her shocked.
But I didn’t care about her reaction and immediately blocked her number.
I then blocked her on WeChat, along with all their extended family and their group chat.
I didn’t spare Nolan either.
After doing all this, I felt inexplicably relieved.
I once thought letting go of Nolan would be hard, but now it seems not so much.
Perhaps it’s because our repeated arguments wore me down. Every time we fought, Nolan would threaten divorce, confident I’d
never leave.
He relied on my affection to hurt me.
As he expected, when he first mentioned breaking up, I would pathetically beg for forgiveness, even if it wasn’t my fault, as long as we didn’t divorce.
But gradually, I became calmer.
