On a rainy day, my husband came to pick me up but was nowhere to be seen; after a phone call, I cried and divorced him.

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On a rainy day, my husband came to my company to pick me up. When I went outside, he was nowhere to be seen. After a phone call, I cried and divorced him.

I always thought that ice and snow would eventually melt, and so would people, but until yesterday, I realized that not everyone can be like that. Just like in my husband's eyes, the most important person is always his younger sister. Last night, it rained heavily at my company and I did not bring an umbrella. From the window, I saw my husband driving over, and I was very happy, thinking that he had finally started to care about me. I rushed downstairs excitedly, but he was nowhere to be seen. After asking him on the phone, I was utterly devastated.

This spring, my current husband and I entered the palace of marriage under the arrangement of both families. Our union was not because of love, nor because we were suitable, but because of my unusual way of repaying a debt of gratitude. Back then, my father was hospitalized due to illness and needed a large sum of medical expenses. My family's circumstances were ordinary, and we simply could not afford it. My mother, who had always been strong, cried and begged me to marry, saying that she had already found a match. As long as I nodded and agreed to marry, we would receive a large bride price, and my father would have money for treatment. Looking at my haggard mother, I felt as if my heart were being cut with a knife. I am the only daughter in the family, and with such a huge matter, I was the only one she could rely on.

In order to treat my father's illness, I had no choice but to marry my current husband. Managing a marriage was never easy to begin with, let alone when he and I had no emotional foundation at all. Wanting to live a good life became especially difficult. During our time together, I found that my husband did not care much about me. After marriage, he still lived as if he were single, as though I were merely an ornament in this home. In his heart, I was just a familiar stranger, and the most important person was his younger sister. I also found that the degree to which my mother-in-law and father-in-law doted on my sister-in-law frightened me.

My sister-in-law and I are colleagues at the same company, but she has a spoiled and arrogant temperament, and I did not have much contact with her before I got married. After marriage, my relationship with her was not very good either, and she would always target me for no apparent reason. My husband's family hoped that I could resign and become a full-time housewife at home, taking care of my husband with all my heart. But even now that I have a job, I have no status at home, let alone in the future when I would be financially dependent on them. So I insisted on staying at the company to work, and because of this, things became somewhat unpleasant with my husband's family. Ever since I married into the family, I have felt oppressed every day. Because my husband's family has always treated me as an outsider, and even my husband has been indifferent, I proposed divorce several times, but my family did not agree. They said one must not be ungrateful and must not use the bride price and then abandon them. My family's attitude was firm, so I had no choice but to give up and continue to endure.

Last night, I was working overtime at the company. When it was almost time to get off work, it began to rain heavily. I had not brought an umbrella and was just thinking about how to get home later when I saw my husband drive up to the company entrance. I was astonished. I thought he had come to pick me up and was very happy. When I got to the entrance, however, he was nowhere to be seen, and I felt strange. I called him, and he said he had come to pick up my sister-in-law and had forgotten that he could also take me home along the way. He told me to take a taxi back by myself. After hanging up the phone, I cried like rain. I truly felt utterly disheartened and did not know what hope or meaning there was in such a marriage. I am determined to divorce him. As for that bride price, I will find a way to slowly pay their family back, and I will not owe their family a single cent.