September 2018 was the most bumpy month of my life, with a car accident and a divorce. Today, the first volume was revised, and the second volume was revised.

I know that the book is not very well written, that it is very unlikely that it will circulate on the Internet, and that it is very unlikely that readers will see this passage. But I want to express the boredom in my chest and tell the world how I went through hell in September.

Seven years ago, my ex-wife and I had a discordant relationship and wrote a divorce agreement, and we had been arguing for five or six years before. In the past ten years, there have been several divorce turmoil, all for the sake of the daughter and the children, but there was no divorce in the end. In the eyes of my ex-wife and her family, I can't be an official, I can't get rich, I have no income, I am just an ordinary member of a public institution. More than ten years of indifference and cold eyes made me shy away from her mother's family.

Online dating, LUO chatting, meeting netizens privately, not returning home at night, I am not allowed to check her mobile phone, I am not allowed to ask where she went. If there is a slight mistake, you will be indifferent, and you can ignore me for ten days and a half months. The most on her lips: "I have nothing to say to you, don't say a word to me in your life." ”

Eventually, what she did pushed me to the other woman, and then used it as a lever to get me out of the house. On the night of September 23, because she had drunk alcohol and her family was urging me on the phone, I drove back overnight and had a car accident and hit someone. I didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and what I was waiting for was text messages from her and her family threatening and abusing me. I begged her to give me some time to get my car accident done before I talked about the divorce.

The ruthless she forced me to divorce six days after the car accident, and then hyped that I was a ruthless scumbag, which made the unit and the people around me think so.

I don't want to defend it, and I don't want to refute it. It's best for me to carry the black pot, and I don't want to publicize your things, because I don't want to hurt my daughter. Your daughter knows everything about you, and she knows what kind of woman you are.

So far, I haven't said anything bad about you in front of my colleagues or leaders. Twenty-one years of affection began to dissipate little by little. I wish you to find a man you are satisfied with, and a man who is an official and rich. Of course, that man can also be a minion in front of you and fulfill all your wishes.

In the eyes of your family, you are innocent and everything is my fault. Do you know the truth of the facts, do you know how your daughter and your sister treated me? Do you know how she hurt me with cold eyes and actions?

Having said so many boring words, it is just a little emotion when I am uncomfortable, if there are people around me who see this, please don't sit down.

Please don't delete this paragraph, because my novel can't be popular, and not many people will read it. Just let it stay here and vent a little bit in front of me in pain.