My husband gave me a claw machine on my birthday and I loved it.
It was placed next to the dressing table in the bedroom and became our daily toy.
Until the eve of his birthday, he was in great spirits and took my hand, wanting me to lie on the claw machine.
The realistic dolls stared at me with sharp eyes, and one of them even seemed to roll its eyeballs.
I suddenly felt extremely unwell.
"Husband, don't be here..."
But he begged me to play with him again, as a birthday present.
The next day, my best friend abroad suddenly sent me a video.
I was so upset that I smashed the claw machine at home and took out all the dolls inside.
"Attorney Grant, I'm filing for divorce! Please call the police for me!"
Vincent Foster was returning home from shopping when he happened to hear my last sentence.
He looked at the mess on the floor and the scissors in my hand, and was so shocked that he dropped all the seafood on the floor:
"Honey, what's going on? Is our house robbed? Are you okay?"
"If anything goes wrong, we'll get divorced!"
He was stunned for a second, completely ignoring the doll on the ground, and hugged me forcefully in his arms, checking me from head to toe.
Thinking of that video, I was so angry that my whole body trembled. I slapped him hard in the face and shouted hysterically:
"Get out! Don't touch me!"
The relatives and friends who were invited by Vincent to celebrate his birthday were shocked when they saw me slapping him as soon as they entered the door.
Someone joked with us:
"Oh my god, beating is love, scolding is affection. Did my sister-in-law know that we planned to celebrate Vincent's birthday together and she's going to feed us dog food?"
Although my parents-in-law looked unhappy, they suppressed their dissatisfaction because of the good relationship between Vincent and I.
Everyone urged me and Vincent to give them a French kiss to calm them down.
When Vincent came closer, I slapped him in the face again and said something shocking:
"Vincent, are you deaf? I said I want a divorce!"
The living room suddenly became silent.
Vincent's face changed drastically, thinking that something had really happened to me, and he immediately called the police.
Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong and they all started to care about me.
Family stains stayed behind closed doors. I suppressed my anger, turned around and frantically slashed open the stuffed animals.
A strange look flashed across Vincent's face, and he grabbed my wrist.
"Wife, what's wrong with you? Why are you getting a divorce? And why are you taking it out on these dolls?"
I broke free from his hand and said word by word:
"Because of these dolls!"
I took apart another doll with the scissors, but didn't find what I wanted.
Instead, Vincent got his hand cut by the scissors because he tried to stop me.
He covered the back of his hand dripping with blood, completely losing his patience:
"Eleanor Vance, are you crazy? I designed and sewed these dolls for you, and you're just going to destroy them? This is the birthday surprise you told me about?"
I ignored his injured hand and handed him the printed divorce petition sent by Attorney Grant:
"You call this a token of your affection, so this is all I can give you!"
Seeing that I was serious, before he could say anything, Margaret Foster couldn't help herself any longer and slapped me on behalf of Vincent:
"Eleanor, today is my son's birthday, and you're going to surprise him like this?"
This slap was somewhat personal, and warm liquid instantly flowed out of my nostrils.
My mother ignored me and came forward to pull me:
"Look at what you've done! Apologize to Vincent right now!"
I was filled with grievances but had nowhere to express them, so I covered my nose and mumbled:
