Chapter 44 chapter Five

I decided to listen to the statement of the complainant, Ms. Sandaizi.Her cheeks were flushed as she walked into the conversation room, showing anger, nervousness and vigilance in her heart. She is slender, fair-skinned, and looks to be in her twenties.The shoulder-length hair is curled inward, the chin is narrow, and the end of the eyes is a little bit upturned, giving people a nervous feeling. I sat among the mediation committee members, and after a brief self-introduction, I asked, "Aren't you going to give up custody of your daughter?" Should it be said that it was as I expected, she said with a kind of courage that seemed to be full of blood in her voice: "I will never give up!" The tone was full of refusal to admit defeat. "I'm not going to give Junko to that person! Children are supposed to live with their mothers, aren't they?"

"Uh, you're talking about a lot of situations like this." I talked to her while taking into account her feelings. "However, there are cases where the child is brought up by the father." "What! Are you saying that I can't take care of you?" "No, no, no, that's not what I mean." I shook my hands, trying to get rid of the oncoming arrows of words as much as possible. "I'm just giving an example." She stared at me out of breath.It seems that she may regard me sitting directly opposite as an enemy, rather than the mediators on both sides of me.

"You're not personally against divorce, are you?" Ms. Sato interjected. "Well, that's it." Ms. Sandaizi nodded while swallowing her dissatisfaction. "Can you explain your so-called personality disagreement to us in detail?" I asked. "In many ways." Come on, this is not called specifying at all! "Excuse me, do you still remember the reason for the last quarrel?" "I seldom meet him recently, so I don't have to argue, and of course I don't have to talk." "Professor's work must be very busy." I said confidently with a very understanding look, but she became weakly pouted, and deep wrinkles appeared on her forehead, as if all the extra skin on her hands and feet were concentrated on On the forehead.After a while, she said, "I think he has a mistress."

"Huh?" The three of us questioned at the same time. It seems that this matter was not mentioned in the mediation just now. "Although he denied it, I think he should be right." "Is there anything that makes you think so?" "He got divorced for this reason before, so it must be the same this time. There must be another smug woman stalking him. He plans to divorce me first and then marry that woman. Do you think such a man has a way to be good? Raise my daughter? Anyway, he will probably find another woman in the future, divorce and remarry. And he was willing to give the child to his ex-wife before, why is he fighting with me this time?"

As I listened to her long string of aggressive, mantra-like complaints, I thought to myself: She is not out of love for her daughter, but she is insisting on custody purely for her own self-esteem. "It means that your daughter doesn't like your husband more?" "How could she like that smelly man!" I shrugged and thought again: This lady would probably blurt out the phrase "that stinky man" in front of her daughter.