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Because both my parents were ill, my family was poor and I had to work part-time since I was young. I only left two hundred yuan for living expenses from the money I earned from part-time work every month. Once my money was stolen, and I was busy with my courses, so I had no time to find a part-time job again. I did eat other people's leftovers, but I never went through the trash can.

I told Aaron about this , and he cried with red eyes at that time, and vowed to be good to me forever. But now, he tells the children that I like to go through the trash can and eat garbage. I take care of the children every day, but as long as Aaron takes them out to eat fried chicken, drink milk tea, and play games a few times after work, the children will be moved and say that they love their father the most, and cry and scold me for being a waste who only knows how to spend money.

Even now, my two children stare at me as if I were an enemy. Aaron directly flipped the food on the table, and the boiling soup spilled all over me. I was immediately scalded and blistered, but he didn't notice it at all. Instead, he glared at me and yelled, " Grace was kind enough to bring you food. You don't have to act disgusted if you don't want to eat it! If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it!"

My eldest son picked up the toy gun and fired at me. The blisters I had just scalded were broken by the plastic bullets, and my face was distorted in pain. My youngest son spat at me: "You don't know what's good for you! Your mother is bad!"

The pain of the difficult labor and heavy bleeding overlapped with the hatred of my two sons' faces. I naively thought that children were like this when they were young, and they would be fine when they grew up. But now I don't want to wait for them to grow up. I even think that having these two children is not as good as having two pieces of barbecued pork.

After the bullets were fired, the eldest son punched me with his fists, and the younger son followed suit. The broken blisters mixed with blood flowed out, and I immediately felt pain, and subconsciously pushed them to the ground.

The crying of the child and Grace's sharp and piercing scream rang out together: "They are your children! Are you crazy!"

Aaron finally stopped pretending to be dead, took a step forward, and directly pushed me away, protecting Grace and the child: "How can there be a selfish woman like you in the world? You can't stand the child just speaking his mind?"

I was pushed and hit the corner of the table. My brain was dizzy and the scene in front of my eyes was shaking. Amid the sharp and noisy voices, I heard my two sons crying loudly: "I don't want this mother! I want a different mother! I only want Mother Grace!" "Bad mother! Wow - kick her out! I only want Aunt Grace to be my mother!"

I pinched the soft flesh of my palm and tried to stay awake. I used up my last bit of strength to speak: "As you wish." "Aaron, let's divorce, and both children are yours." "What?" "I said divorce, I don't want any children."