Refusing to Marry a Divorced Man, I Become the Scapegoat

After thinking for the whole afternoon, I finally made a decision. At the dinner table in the evening, I took the initiative to bring up the issue of living expenses.

"I usually only share good news, but this time I have to say it. I used to work two jobs. This year, due to the bad market, I lost one job. but I also have to support my own life in town. Starting next year, I will give my parents one thousand dollars per month."

"One thousand dollars!" My sister-in-law couldn't sit still on the spot. "Even three thousand dollars is not enough, let alone one thousand dollars!"

"Michael should offer some money at least. If both of us give one thousand dollars per month, it will be enough for our parents to save a bit," I said calmly.

My sister-in-law seemed surprised by what I said. After a moment of hesitation, she started kicking my brother under the table, trying to make him say something.

"Mandy, Nathan is almost old enough to go to kindergarten. It's not that I don't want to support our parents, but I have two children to support. I don't have so much money." My younger brother also looked embarrassed.

"After Nathan goes to school, you guys will have more free time, and Agnes can find something to do. And our parents can help to take care of the children."

Actually, it has always been my mom who takes care of the children. My younger brother and his wife didn't have a good education and were unwilling to work hard. They always stayed idle.

"What did you say? I didn't marry into your family to be a nanny!

In the past, I married Michael without even asking for a new house. Now I have to stay in this small house with you all! Is this how you treat me?"

Refusing to marry a divorced man

I didn't bother arguing with her. Initially, she didn't want a new house, but she insisted on taking away 660 thousand dollars for the dowry, which completely emptied my parents' savings and didn't bring back a single penny.

Her mother was always causing trouble. She not only fully subsidized the dowry for her younger brother, but also interfered in our family affairs.

"Can you stop bringing this up? Every time we argue, you mention it. You demanded a lot of dowry back then!" My brother hated it when she complained about the house.

"Don't make a big deal out of it! If it weren't for the matchmaker saying that this place would be demolished soon, no one would want to marry you.

They keep talking about demolition. It's been five or six years, but nothing has happened. It seems like you tricked me into marrying you."

"Stop talking nonsense! No one has ever tried to trick you, Just leave if you want to leave." Seeing the two of them arguing, I put down my chopsticks and went back to my room.

No matter how she got married in the first place, my parents were honest, and all the wedding matters were done according to the wishes of the bride's family. Since they agreed at the beginning, they should live well. I didn't have the obligation to be responsible for her current life.

"Listen, Michael, if it weren't for your incompetence, I wouldn't even care about this money..."

I closed the door, leaving the arguing voices of the two and my mother's low voice trying to mediate, outside the door.

I rubbed my forehead irritably and took out my phone to book a ticket for tomorrow morning to go back.