In court, the mother-in-law could not name her granddaughter. I played the surveillance video in court - my granddaughter cried for five minutes without raising her head.
Then his lawyer stood up and asked me three questions. First, can the mother-in-law's fault be considered his fault? Second, did you go to a lawyer directly? Third, with your monthly income of one thousand, can you support two children after divorce? I gripped the edge of the table tightly: "No." A woman who couldn't even support herself - everyone looked at me, as if they were looking at a clown who didn't know his own abilities.
At that moment I thought I was going to lose. Then I remembered two things. The twenty-three "I'll die for you" messages he sent me - twelve years of mental control, were not emotional disputes, but domestic violence. His income is several times that of mine, and he must pay child support according to law - his advantage is not a bargaining chip, but an obligation. The outcome was reversed.
After the divorce, I took care of my two children by myself while working part-time online. I get up at 4:30 in the morning every day, tired but dare not stop. Later I met Qin Feiyang. He doesn't say sweet words, nor does he say "I support you". What he says is "I'm not here to save you, I'm here to stand next to you." His love was never in words, only in the sound of grinding soybean milk at five o'clock in the morning, and in the labels with names crookedly written on the bags reserved for me. He doesn't need to change anything for me, he is the same person as he is - living in the moment, knowing how to cherish, see, understand, respect, and only express love with actions.
From waiting for a light to becoming a light. I walked out of the darkness and finally lived as my own light.
Reader comments
There were no fierce roars or deliberate sensationalism in the courtroom. When the woman with a monthly salary of only 1,000 yuan calmly said she "couldn't" feed her two children, everyone thought she was doomed. The opponent's lawyer is confident of winning, and the uproar and questioning in the gallery are pushing this woman in desperate situation deeper into the abyss. But no one expected that what she said next would pierce all worldly prejudices and reveal the cruelest truth in marriage.
"Just because I can't support you doesn't mean I don't have the ability to support you."
A simple retort shows the tenacity and sobriety of being a mother. The world always likes to use economic conditions to measure the qualifications of parenting, but ignores that the core essence of father's love is companionship and responsibility. The father in the book is addicted to games all day long, turns a deaf ear to his children's cries, and has never participated in every minute moment of his children's growth. Such a blood relationship has never been worthy of the word "father". The woman clutched 1,283 days of parenting records. Each page was filled with days and nights she had spent alone, and every stroke hid the sadness that no one had shared. This was the strongest foundation for her to fight for the custody of her child, and it also caused the entire court to fall silent in an instant.
Many people opened this book, expecting to see a bloody divorce or a cool plot about a comeback. But when they closed the book, they discovered that there is no salvation from heaven, no miracle of getting rich overnight, only the true appearance of an ordinary woman trying her best to climb up in the quagmire of life.
She has no backer and can only rely on herself. The starlight at 4:30 in the morning witnessed her exhaustion when she got up to write a manuscript; the small space of the rental house accommodated the warmth of her and her children's dependence on each other; the meals she messed up again and again hid the tenderness of her struggling to live in embarrassment. She never gave up, never compromised, and didn't wait for anyone's rescue. She just relied on her unyielding determination to endure all the storms, and took her children step by step out of the woods, moving from a cramped rental house to a new home full of fireworks.
The most touching feelings in the book are never the vigorous oaths, but the long-lasting companionship. The man she met later never said an empty "I will support you", and would only blush shyly when twisting the lid of the thermos bucket. He used three years of waiting to interpret the most practical love: "I am not here to save you, I am here to stand next to you." There is no condescending pity, only equal shoulder-to-shoulder and silent support. A simple gold ring carries sincerity and determination. This is the most healing love in the adult world.
Later, they opened a breakfast shop called "Old Time". At 4:30 every morning, the buzz of the soymilk machine and the sizzling of dumplings fried on the iron plate became the warmest fireworks in the world. He was flipping fried dumplings at the window, and she was slowly stirring the porridge in front of the stove. The sweetness of the soy milk was just right, and the temperature of the day was just right. All the sufferings and grievances in the past have finally turned into the stability and happiness of daily necessities.
This book is never about a divorce lawsuit, but about a woman's road to self-salvation. It took her five years to break free from the shackles of marriage, let go of her dependence on others, put away the cowardice and humbleness in her bones, and slowly became independent, brave, gentle and powerful.
We always look forward to the light and wait for the light in the trough of life, but this book tells us that there is never salvation from the sky, and the real sense of security is always given to ourselves. The woman who once shivered in the dark night and huddled up to avoid the wind and rain finally relied on her own strength to survive.
The heroine is a person who lacks love in her native family. A girl who lacks love is destined to take many detours in life: such as proving to her parents who do not love her enough that she is filial, sensible and worthy of being loved, proving to her teachers that she is an excellent student, proving to her classmates who look down on her that I am better than you, and proving to her love partner that she is worthy of being seen and respected. She kept proving, but she made the wrong choice. Her efforts were in vain, and she finally realized that she only needed to love herself well, without having to prove it to anyone, and there was no need to ask for love from anyone. This is the coming-of-age story of a woman who has never been loved well, and it gave me the strength to live.
We are all ordinary but great beings. Along the way, we are self-reliant and self-reliant, flying against the wind and swimming upstream, and we will eventually live our own light.
There were no fierce roars or deliberate sensationalism in the courtroom. When the woman with a monthly salary of only 1,000 yuan calmly said she "couldn't" feed her two children, everyone thought she was doomed. The opponent's lawyer is confident of winning, and the uproar and questioning in the gallery are pushing this woman in desperate situation deeper into the abyss. But no one expected that what she said next would pierce all worldly prejudices and reveal the cruelest truth in marriage. "Just because I can't support you doesn't mean I don't have the ability to support you." A simple retort shows the tenacity and sobriety of being a mother. The world always likes to use economic conditions to measure the qualifications of parenting, but ignores that the core essence of father's love is companionship and responsibility. The father in the book is addicted to games all day long, turns a deaf ear to his children's cries, and has never participated in every minute moment of his children's growth. Such a blood relationship has never been worthy of the word "father". The woman clutched 1,283 days of parenting records. Each page was filled with days and nights she had spent alone, and every stroke hid the sadness that no one had shared. This was the strongest foundation for her to fight for the custody of her child, and it also caused the entire court to fall silent in an instant. Many people opened this book, expecting to see a bloody divorce or a cool plot about a comeback. But when they closed the book, they discovered that there is no salvation from heaven, no miracle of getting rich overnight, only the true appearance of an ordinary woman trying her best to climb up in the quagmire of life. She has no backer and can only rely on herself. The starlight at 4:30 in the morning witnessed her exhaustion when she got up to write a manuscript; the small space of the rental house accommodated the warmth of her and her children's dependence on each other; the meals she messed up again and again hid the tenderness of her struggling to live in embarrassment. She never gave up, never compromised, and didn't wait for anyone's rescue. She just relied on her unyielding determination to endure all the storms, and took her children step by step out of the woods, moving from a cramped rental house to a new home full of fireworks. The most touching feelings in the book are never the vigorous oaths, but the long-lasting companionship. The man she met later never said an empty "I will support you", and would only blush shyly when twisting the lid of the thermos bucket. He used three years of waiting to interpret the most practical love: "I am not here to save you, I am here to stand next to you." There is no condescending pity, only equal shoulder-to-shoulder and silent support. A simple gold ring carries sincerity and determination. This is the most healing love in the adult world. Later, they opened a breakfast shop called "Old Time". At 4:30 every morning, the buzz of the soymilk machine and the sizzling of dumplings fried on the iron plate became the warmest fireworks in the world. He was flipping fried dumplings at the window, and she was slowly stirring the porridge in front of the stove. The sweetness of the soy milk was just right, and the temperature of the day was just right. All the sufferings and grievances in the past have finally turned into the stability and happiness of daily necessities. This book is never about a divorce lawsuit, but about a woman's road to self-salvation. It took her five years to break free from the shackles of marriage, let go of her dependence on others, put away the cowardice and humbleness in her bones, and slowly became independent, brave, gentle and powerful. We always look forward to the light and wait for the light in the trough of life, but this book tells us that there is never salvation from the sky, and the real sense of security is always given to ourselves. The woman who once shivered in the dark night and huddled up to avoid the wind and rain finally relied on her own strength to survive.
The heroine is a person who lacks love in her native family. A girl who lacks love is destined to take many detours in life: such as proving to her parents who do not love her enough that she is filial, sensible and worthy of being loved, proving to her teachers that she is an excellent student, proving to her classmates who look down on her that I am better than you, and proving to her love partner that she is worthy of being seen and respected. She kept proving, but she made the wrong choice. Her efforts were in vain, and she finally realized that she only needed to love herself well, without having to prove it to anyone, and there was no need to ask for love from anyone. This is the coming-of-age story of a woman who has never been loved well, and it gave me the strength to live.
We are all ordinary but great beings. Along the way, we are self-reliant and self-reliant, flying against the wind and swimming upstream, and we will eventually live our own light.