When I was 70 years old, I became obsessed with Chinese painting.
It was very cheap, 60 yuan per class, but no one supported me.
My son advised me: "Mom, 60 yuan per session is not cheap. A few more sessions will be enough for An An's tuition."
The daughter-in-law hugged her grandson and echoed: "That's right. And if you go to class every week, then who will take care of An An? We all have to go to work."
The most angry person is my husband Mo Huai.
He broke the cup and yelled at me: "I am too old to care about my family and my thoughts are all outside!"
"If you insist on taking this class, let's get divorced!"
But he himself was clearly taking riding lessons worth several hundred yuan a session.
Sometimes during cycling events, I won't even go home for more than half a month.
I suddenly got tired of living like this.
"Okay, let's get divorced."
