Summer vacation has just arrived, and my husband, who is a professor, once again told me that he needed to work on some paper data temporarily and could not go home with me to accompany my autistic son for treatment. In the blink of an eye, in his circle of friends of young female students, his husband was planting rice seedlings in the village of female students. I sneered and gave a thumbs up. Colleagues were talking crazily in various work groups, all thinking that I would have to make a big fuss with my husband this time. Her husband's call came in immediately. As expected, the tone on the other end of the phone was impatient, and Meng Yuanzhou could only make one excuse after another. I've heard enough and waited enough to give up hope. After a while, the divorce certificate will be obtained and our ten-year marriage will come to an end.
