Beyond the Divorce

Even though it had been twenty years, my dad appeared utterly mired in the shame of that moment as he spoke. It was clear how deeply the experiences of that period had impacted him and affected his self-esteem.

"I lost my mind back then. I tried to drive Moira away, yelling at her and smashing things. But she still took care of me until my injuries healed, even though it exhausted all her savings. I couldn't afford the high medical expenses and had to leave the hospital even though I hadn't fully recovered," my dad said. My mom covered her face beside me, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"Moira was afraid I would be traumatized when I returned to school, or that I would become depressed and have suicidal thoughts because I hadn't fully recovered. She took me back to her house. Moira was by my side the entire month, taking painstaking care of me," my dad continued.

"After I got beat up, that wealthy girl never got in touch with me again. I don't know if she just thought it was a game or if it was because of threats from her family. That relationship ended without even giving me a chance to say goodbye," he sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile. "That's reality. But your mother has always supported me, and listened to me complain about my problems while providing me with silent consolation."

I reached out and hugged my mom, greatly admiring her patience and kindness.

couldn't let go. I once lost someone I loved because of negligence. When I saw how he was after I saved him, I

was thinking at that time. I believed she acted

a pained look as she spoke, saying, "Back then, I went to Nocturnia with my mother. Our family was the envy of many

was removed. That meant my dad lost the chance to have a son, which he regretted He couldn't accept that, so he raised me as a son. He had high hopes for me and decided to send me to Nocturnia

dad had another woman. When my mother learned about that, she couldn't accepit. She went crazy

that, my mother started drinking heavily and became depressed. The two of us relied on each other for survival as I

regret what he did, but my mother was still depressed. One day, when I came home from work,

clenched my fists tightly. I didn't understand how fathers

No wonder they had no other relatives in that