It was the Chinese New Year's Eve of 2015, and my father and I had a hearty lunch at my mother's house and were ready to return to our nest. The sun outside the car window lazily sprinkled on the road, but it did not dispel the gloom in my heart. In the morning, because of some trivial matters, I felt that he did not take into account my feelings, so I complained to him twice. Unexpectedly, he stepped on the brakes and said in a cold voice: "You go down and go back to your mother's house!" ”
I was stunned, holding my daughter, who was just over a year old, at a loss. He pulled me out of the car with a quick movement, and threw his daughter's cart and my bag aside. I looked at his resolute back, but there was no wave in my heart. This has happened countless times in my life.
I pushed my daughter and walked in the cold winter wind. The streets are sparsely populated and most of the shops are closed, and the world seems to be immersed in the silence of the festival. I found a hotel that was still open, opened a room, and settled my daughter. She fell asleep peacefully in my arms, as if she didn't know what had just happened.
More than an hour later, my mother's family called him ** and found that I had not come home, so they judged that we had quarreled again. They anxiously pressed me to **, and then drove us both home.
On the way home, I made up my mind that this marriage could not continue no matter what. I looked out the window at the scenery and felt calm. Why would such a good girl of mine boil herself to death in such desperate days?
Back at home, I announced my decision to my family. Instead of blaming me, they showed their support. My mother said: "If you think about it, you will never be urged to find it in the future, you decide your life for yourself, whether there is a man or not is actually like that!" Her words warmed my heart.
On the first day of returning to work after the year, I decisively handed in the complaint. After a lot of hard work, I finally ended this painful marriage and started a new life.
Looking back now, I still remember that afternoon when I sat at my mother's house and calmly thought about what to do next. I told my family that I would not resent him after the separation, and I would not say a bad word about him to my colleagues. For the sake of my daughter, I will get along with him well, but I will never consider the possibility of getting back together. I don't want to get married anymore, and if I meet the right person, I can fall in love. I will not show a trace of indebtedness to my daughter, I will let her get used to the peculiarities of the family and enjoy the love of her parents and elders. I myself will enjoy the fun of taking care of my children alone without anyone pointing me at him, and I will not feel tired and difficult.
At the time, my family thought my idea was too idealistic. They expected me to hang him for a while, to scare him and then get back together. They also laughed and said that I only fall in love and don't get married, how can anyone want me! Now, however, I find that I have really done everything I envisioned.
Even after the divorce, I gained ten pounds because of the change of mentality and the fulfillment of my life. These ten catties of meat are the testimony of my new life and the traces of my running towards happiness.
So, divorce can sometimes be a good medicine for happiness. It has allowed me to rediscover myself and how to love myself and others better.