At the age of seventy, everyone thought it was time for her to accept her fate.
Her husband was accustomed to her lifelong tolerance, her children agreed that she would always stay where she was, and her relatives and neighbors also advised her: "At this age, why bother?" But after being ignored, arranged, and treated as a family accessory time and time again, she finally filed for divorce.
She doesn't make noises, make excuses, or explain anything. She began to sort out her account books, keep evidence, apply for mediation, move out of her familiar home, and use receipts and documents to slowly separate herself from her decades-long marriage.
Faced with her husband's anger, her children's questions, and her relatives' accusations, she only asked: Can I only live for others in this life?
This is not an impulsive late-life rebellion, but an old man's belated self-awakening. Divorce is not the end, but the beginning of her learning to sing, make friends, walk, and live again. At the age of seventy, you can also choose your life again.
