My father died three years ago, and my mother took me to remarry.
I was domestically abused by my stepfather. My mother didn't believe it at all and focused on him.
That night when my mother went to play mahjong and I was locked out by my stepfather, I learned that there was another family in the dilapidated residential building.
That night I cried so hard that I looked like a ghost, but I saw him coming down from upstairs and squatting next to me: "If you cry again, I will throw you downstairs, do you believe it?"
Later, when my mother was not at home, I ran upstairs. I said that I had never had a home. He smiled and said, "If you want a home, I'll give it to you."
Later he broke his promise.
