Mil: “My Son Earns $5k! Divorce Him!” Me: (It’s My Salary…) Did As Told, Mil’s Disaster!! Lol

The Expensive Surprise

About a month later, John’s new car arrived.

“The smell of a new car is the best! Let’s all go for a drive on my next day off,” he said gleefully.

His excitement was infectious, and even my mother-in-law seemed happy. “That’s a nice car. It must have been expensive, right? But it’s okay since it’s coming out of your salary, right?”

My husband didn’t respond to her question, instead enjoying fiddling around with various parts of the car. I was dumbfounded as I looked at that expensive-looking new car. There’s certainly a limit, even though I said he could do as he pleased.

My husband came into the house in high spirits. I confronted him. “How much did that car cost?”

He answered nonchalantly. “Sixty thousand dollars.”

Seeing my shocked face, my husband continued curiously, “But you said I could buy any car I wanted, didn’t you?”

My mother-in-law quickly took my husband’s side. “That’s right, you left it up to John, so don’t complain now.”

I did leave everything up to him at the time, but I wanted him to consider our financial situation as well.

“Where is that kind of money coming from?” I asked my husband, ignoring my mother-in-law’s comment.

“Well… um… I’m paying with a loan,” he stammered.

My mother-in-law shouted in his place. “Susan, don’t complain! You’re not the one paying!”

I don’t know if she was angry because I ignored her or because she didn’t like what I said to my husband, but she glared at me with a fierce expression.

“You’re a disagreeable daughter-in-law, always complaining about something even though you’re living off John’s salary,” my mother-in-law retorted with an unusually harsh tone.

“I have a job too,” I shot back.

My mother-in-law didn’t stay silent. “What are you talking about? You’re not earning much with your part-time job. John makes five thousand dollars a month.” She looked down on me as if mocking me.

I was about to say “That’s my salary,” but when I looked for my husband, he had disappeared into his room. I’ve been patient until now, but I can’t take it anymore.

The Departure

“I want a daughter-in-law like you to leave as soon as possible,” my mother-in-law went so far as to say.

That was it. I had been patient, too. I didn’t feel like discussing my salary; it seemed ridiculous, and I didn’t care anymore. I was frustrated with my mother-in-law’s comment, and I was dumbfounded by my husband’s attitude. Wasn’t it my husband who caused this argument in the first place? His usual indecisiveness had come out again.

“Okay, I’ll leave then,” I said, and went to my home office, grabbed my laptop and other necessary items, and left the house.

“I’ll come back for the rest of my stuff later,” I told my mother-in-law, who was glaring at me with a scary face. My husband remained holed up in his room.

“The next time you come here, make sure you’ve signed the divorce papers!” my still angry mother-in-law yelled at me. “Did you hear me, you useless lady?”

It was the first time I had seen my mother-in-law use such rough language, and I was surprised. I ignored her and stormed out of my in-laws’ house. Was she angry because I said I would leave as she asked, or was she angry because I confronted my husband about the money? Either way, it was a fact that I wanted to leave this house as soon as possible.

Having stormed out of my husband’s parents’ house, I went back to my parents’ house for the time being.

“What happened all of a sudden?” My mother at home was surprised. “I don’t know what happened, but you can stay here as long as you need to.”

My dad seemed to understand the situation by my unusual expression. I never heard from my husband afterwards. The man who used to treasure me before our marriage is no longer around. I can only think that I was foolish not to see a husband who only listens to his mother-in-law.

I was feeling better after talking to my parents about what happened at my husband’s house; it calmed me down.

“You don’t have children; it’s better to divorce sooner rather than later,” my mom told me, and I agreed. I have a job, so I wouldn’t be inconvenienced in my life.

The Divorce

On the weekend, my father helped me move my belongings out of my husband’s house. My husband was nowhere to be seen, and my mother-in-law didn’t appear from her room. I called out in front of my husband’s room.

“Thank you for everything. Could you sign the divorce papers?”

I slid the divorce papers under the door.

“I’ve signed. Is this okay?” A quiet voice of my husband came from behind the door, along with the divorce papers.

I was sad that our marriage ended in such a way. Without saying anything to my mother-in-law, I left my husband’s house. It was a house where I had lived for about two years, but I didn’t have many good memories.

I went straight to the city hall and submitted the divorce papers. I wanted to settle it quickly if it could be done with a piece of paper. After the divorce, I stayed at my parents’ house and continued my work there. I was thinking of renting a room and living alone, but my mother told me, “Please stay here for a while; it’s much safer than living alone.”

My father was also against me living alone. “John and his mom are strange; they might come to your house.”

I thought that wouldn’t happen, but I felt at ease being with my parents at home. Fortunately, I can work from anywhere, so I decided to live at home for a while.