I knew they treated me as a replaceable pawn, but I didn't mind.
Because it was hard for me to find a job now.
"Jobs that are easy to find are often difficult to do." I thought.
In the car, Nancy asked me whether Emerson and I had really broken up.
I hugged Goldie's big furry head and said, "Of course, the 'son' belongs to me; everything else belongs to him; I leave with nothing."
Nancy looked at me as if she were staring at a fool.
"Everything originally belongs to Emerson, what part is yours? You will have to return Goldie sooner or later."
Yes, Goldie was bought by Emerson.
We met at the pet store. We both liked Goldie.
But he was rich and powerful, and I couldn't compete with him.
I could only ask him to let me visit Goldie often.
Fortunately, he still retained some humanity and didn't reject me.
"I won't give Goldie back to him. The 'son' naturally belongs to the mother when a couple separates. It's just common sense."
"And Goldie's father is not well-intentioned. Goldie is so handsome, but he insists on having Goldie neutered. Isn't that crazy?"
Nancy looked at me thoughtfully and said, "I can't say if he is crazy, but you definitely are."