Upon hearing about the divorce, the three of them didn't seem surprised, instead, they found it laughable. "Divorce? Do you think you'll find another fool to take care of you after leaving me? Whitney, stop dreaming!" Brandon said arrogantly.
My son also mocked me, "With you looking like that, Dad's the only one who would want you."
Ignoring their ridicule, I went to pack some essentials and left. I didn't dare go home because I knew my parents would try to persuade me to return.
Over the years, I had resisted many times, but whenever I resolved to leave this life, my parents would intervene, "How old are you? You're making a fuss over such a small matter. Bryan is already so grown up, what are you doing causing trouble? You're in your thirties. Be more mature."
I had heard such words countless times and countless times my resistance proved futile. Without family to support me, I decided to be strong on my own.
The next morning, after clearing my mind, I went to my friend's law firm and asked her to draft a divorce agreement for me while also filing for divorce in court.
My friend analyzed my situation, "In my experience, you won't get much in the way of assets. Although Brandon is at fault, they're mostly ethical and moral issues, not substantial enough for the court to favor you.
However, I might be able to help you fight for custody of the child. If you can find a stable job during this time and have a good talk with Bryan, getting him to express in court his wish to be with you, it will increase your chances."
I said, "I don't want the child, just try to get me more money."
Anyone who wanted to take care of such a child could have him. Men and children would betray me, but money wouldn't.
The day after Brandon received the court summons, he contacted me, wanting to talk.
I had been staying at my friend's place for over a month without a single call from him, but now that he realized I was serious, he started to panic.
He threatened to drag out the divorce if I didn't talk to him, forcing me to go back home. As soon as I walked in, I noticed the whole family was sitting on the sofa waiting for me, even his sister was there.
My sister-in-law enthusiastically came over to welcome me and led me to sit down, "Whitney, don't be mad at my brother. I scolded him as soon as I heard about this.