On the way to the City Hall, Yasmin also posted the divorce agreement on Instagram.
This caused my phone to be constantly bombarded.
Upon a quick scan, it was apparent that her friends were all trying to PUA me.
The once familiar vulgar language didn't bother me for the first time, nor did it make me feel guilty.
I realized that this was Yasmin's way of coercing me into acknowledging my mistake and giving money to Brennen in an attempt to salvage our family.
It was ridiculous. I used to be like a fool, thinking that our family would not fall apart as long as I love her and compromise.
Looking back at my actions with a deadened heart, I realized I was not so different from Yasmin.
I, too, was once a gambler, but my losses were devastating!
Just as I reached for my phone to switch it off, a notification flashed: [If you ever feel the need to drink, I'm here, ready to accompany you.]
Looking at this profile picture that I hadn't contacted for seven years, I remained silent for an extended moment before simply responding with an 'okay.'
The divorce procedure went smoothly.
Brennen came quickly, limping.
At the City Hall entrance, the first thing he did when he saw me was to punch me in the face.