After my husband was abandoned by his lover, he begged me not to divorce. I kicked him out of the house and let go of my years of grievances

When I met my husband, he had just divorced and had a daughter. When we got married, his daughter was just about to leave. I got married with him through an introduction, and his family has good conditions. I don't have any discrimination against divorced men, and it's my pursuit to have a good relationship. After getting married, I worked hard to be a virtuous wife and mother, raising his daughter as my own child. The little girl herself was young, and she would kiss anyone who treated her well. After six months of contact, I developed feelings and surrounded me by shouting "Mom".

In my first year of marriage, I became pregnant. Due to physical reasons, I have been emotionally unstable and very angry. When things don't go well, I feel like losing my temper. My husband not only refused me, but also opposed me. During my pregnancy, he fell in love with making friends and often went home full of alcohol. When he got home, he went berserk and pushed me to the door. I took a few steps back, but if he didn't hold the door handle in time, he would have fallen. In the end, I had a change of heart, and he was quite honest. He apologized to me and begged for my forgiveness.

Remembering him as a first offender, I didn't take it seriously. The child was born and he was a boy. He restrained himself a lot and took care of me for the first time. The child is getting older, and I am busy with taking care of his daughter. Because he had no time to take care of his husband, he developed the habit of drinking again. After drinking, he went home and went crazy. The two children were scared and cried loudly. I hated him more and more, and my feelings towards him became increasingly indifferent. In the end, I couldn't hold back and proposed a divorce. He refused and said he would quit drinking and live a good life. I compromised, after all, the two children are still young.

The good times are not long. My daughter is six years old, and my youngest son is three years old. He cheated and had a difficult time with a bar maid in his twenties. I saw their ambiguous news on his phone, and even more outrageous, he even rented a house for the other party, lived with her irregularly, and gave her money to spend. No wonder during that period, the living expenses he gave me were pitifully small, and he even claimed that his performance was not good. After seeing these, I cursed him like crazy. He not only didn't correct himself, but also broke the jar and openly cohabited with a third party, regardless of others' opinions on him.

I have been enduring it for two years these days, and most of his money is used to support this mistress. Besides providing me with a certain amount of living expenses, our marriage is just a decoration. I don't have the kind of admiration for my husband towards him, except for hatred towards him. However, the wicked have bad karma, and the third party is not a fuel-efficient lamp after all. After two years by his side, he took away a sum of money and ran away. The buildings were empty, and he realized that he had played too much.

At this point, I proposed a divorce to him. The child has grown up and can attend kindergarten. I can entrust it to my mother to take care of me. I go out to work and earn money, so there is no need to be angry with him. But he didn't want to, he didn't want to die, he cried that he was blind and shouldn't treat me like this, let me give him a chance. This kind of person is really shameless and shameless. They have already done this and shamelessly beg me.

I didn't ask for anything. The divorce agreement was signed and his daughter was settled at her grandmother's house. I took my little son to her mother's house and he came with me to beg me to go back. I beat him up, let go of my years of resentment, and kicked him out of our house. Nowadays, only through divorce can we start a new life with me again. The days of grievances and reconciliation are too sad.