Mom slapped a divorce agreement onto the table and asked me,
"Do you want me or your father?"
I hesitated for a moment. Mom immediately put on a look that said, "I knew it," and coldly said,
"You're just as heartless as your father. This time, I'm the one who's leaving you both."
She slammed the divorce agreement onto the table, then stormed out, ignoring my tears.
I ran after her, crying. I wanted to beg her to stay and tell her I just didn't want my parents to split up. I wasn't choosing him over her.
But Mom didn't stay. Even Dad laughed at me for being useless, saying I lived like a doormat and that he looked down on me.
It took me a long time to understand.
In this world, it turned out that no one would ever love me more than I loved myself.
This time, I'm the one leaving you both.
