After the Divorce, I Became the Mascot of My Ex-Husband's Family

My name is Zhou Wanwan, and I finally got divorced when I was thirty-three. My ex-husband, Chen Mo, had a bad temper and was a coward. He was a good man but couldn't handle things. The reason for the divorce is simple - I can no longer support his family. My mother-in-law is addicted to direct selling, and my father-in-law is obsessed with raising pigs. There is a health care product hole that cannot be filled, and a black hole that makes losses year after year. I repay the mortgage, the renovation loan, and I pay all the tuition fees for my son's interest classes. Chen Mo would only yell twice, and then continue to pay. On the day of the divorce, I said that the house belongs to me and the children belong to me, and you should pay two thousand a month in alimony. He said yes, but asked me for one thing - don't move yet, hide it from the elderly and children, and give him a buffer period. I agreed. It's not soft-hearted, it's curiosity. I want to see what this family will look like when I change from "the Chen family's daughter-in-law" to "the mother of the child." And guess what? When my mother-in-law came to sell quantum water cups, I said, "I'm divorced and looking for your son." My father-in-law came again and complained that he was poor and raising pigs. I said, "Legally, I am not your daughter-in-law, so I have to issue an IOU to borrow money." After Chen Mo yelled at his mother and yelled at his father, his look back at me changed from "Come and help me" to "I can do it on my own." The night I moved into the second bedroom, I ordered three pounds of spicy crayfish with cold beer, and watched TV shows until three in the morning. In the first year after my divorce, I saved money, signed up for a photography class, and slept until I woke up naturally on weekends. My son said I "smiled a lot." Later, I moved into my own small apartment with one bedroom and one living room, which was very sunny. My ex-husband learned how to make custard and say "no". He brought his son to eat on weekends and wore an apron to work in the kitchen.