Chapter 2Divorce and the Full-Time Housewife's Revenge

During his sophomore year of high school, he threw a tantrum demanding a $60 in-game skin. I said no.

He suddenly snapped, shoving and hitting me.

"This is all your fault! If I lived with Dad, he'd buy me whatever skins I wanted! You have no money, why did you even try to keep me?!"

He shoved me so hard I hit my head on the corner of the table, bleeding, but he just ran off without looking back.

I searched the streets for him all night, clutching my bleeding head.

The next day, he came home wearing brand new designer clothes and shoes, smugly bragging that his dad had bought him ten different game skins.

Even earlier, after middle school.

His grades weren't high enough to get into the prestigious public magnet school. I suggested he repeat the year and promised to help him study.

"I'm not repeating a year! I'm not humiliating myself like that!"

He went looking for his father.

His father happily agreed, then turned around and dumped him into a terrible, bottom-tier charter school.

My son came back smug and arrogant, bragging that only his dad could actually solve his problems.

But he never stopped to think about it. If it hadn't been for me, bleeding myself dry for the next three years to micromanage his studying...

With his terrible foundation and that garbage school, he wouldn't have even qualified for community college.

How could he possibly have gotten into a top state university?

But my sacrifices could never compete with the cheap, flashy bribes his father's family threw at him.

My son firmly believed that I was the only thing preventing him from living a wealthy, happy life.

I felt so completely worthless and bitter!

Bitter that my sacrifices were treated like absolute garbage!

Bitter that my short life ended early because of this ungrateful son!