Yan Hua and I began the divorce process.

　　My son seemed to want to bring up this topic several times, but in the end, he chose to remain silent.

　　Because my house is close to the school where he will be taking the college entrance exams, he continued to live with me until exams were over.

　　However, he was completely estranged from me.

　　Every time he came home, he would close his bedroom door and refuse to say a word to me.

　　I had already gotten used to it.

　　Furthermore, not having to do his laundry, cook for him, analyze test papers, and supervise his studies, I had a lot less on my plate.

　　I also began to reflect--perhaps in my past life, I did indeed discipline him too much? Was it without my awareness that I forced my own will upon him? Did this result in him becoming the person he is now? If I hadn't forced him to study, would he have taken a different path in life?

　　But soon, what happened afterwards gave me a new perspective.