On National Day, my mother was finally going to marry the man I approved of.
But I refused to attend.
Because every time she got married, she invited me.
But whenever I showed up, she'd suddenly call off the wedding and break up with him.
The first time she got married,
I was relieved that she finally had someone by her side who could protect her. I was so moved that I cried.
She said she'd thought of me as a lonely little girl who cried whenever she couldn't see her.
I didn't even have a partner, and she couldn't stop worrying about me, so she got divorced.
The second time she got married, I didn't cry. I even brought along my loving boyfriend.
My mother still suddenly decided to call off the wedding.
She said I hadn't registered my marriage with my boyfriend, so she still couldn't stop worrying.
Until this time.
I truly didn't want to ruin her happiness, so I didn't want to attend.
But my mother threatened to jump off a building to force me.
To put her mind at ease,
I brought not only my marriage certificate, but also an agreement transferring all my husband's assets to me.
But before the groom had even arrived to pick her up, my mother was already calling to cancel the wedding and send the guests home.
I demanded to know what was wrong this time.
She said I still wasn't pregnant and had no child to rely on, so she still couldn't stop worrying.
But I'd already guessed what she was going to say.
I had my husband carry our three-year-old daughter inside.
"I was afraid you'd keep worrying about me, so I waited until she was born and a little older before telling you."
"Mom, now you can get married without any worries, right?"
But my mother tore her wedding dress to shreds.
"I'm not getting married!"
