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I went to my mother's house, and when I returned, I found that the lock on my front door had been changed. I knocked, and Yuan Juan coldly said from behind the door, "Go stay with your mother; she’s more important than I am anyway."
That was my first time running away from home, and I really didn't want to placate her anymore. I stayed at a friend's house for a week, during which Yuan Juan called countless times, going from cursing to crying, from threats to pleas. In the end, she said that if I didn't come home, she would kill herself in front of me.
I panicked and rushed back home. Seeing her haggard appearance made me soften again, and I forgave her. To save our marriage, I took Yuan Juan to see a psychologist. After assessing her condition, the doctor privately told me, "Your wife shows clear signs of paranoia; she needs long-term treatment."
I bought books on mental health in hopes that she would recognize her issues. She seemed to improve at first, but the good times didn’t last long. That day was my mother's birthday, and I had told Yuan Juan in advance that I would go visit her. She agreed on the surface, but when I was about to leave, she suddenly locked the door from the inside.
"You're not going anywhere today!" she said coldly. "You’re staying here with me!"
"This is a crime!" I shouted. "You're illegally detaining me!"
"Say whatever you want; you're not getting out of this door today!" She stubbornly stood in front of it.
I could no longer tolerate it and forcefully broke through the door to escape. That was my second time running away from home. I stayed in a hotel for an entire week without daring to return home. I began to seriously consider divorce.
I returned home and formally proposed divorce to her. "If you dare to divorce me, I'll kill your mother and your son, and then we'll die together in court!" Her eyes were bloodshot.
I couldn't believe my ears. "Have you lost your mind? This is a crime!"
"I don't care!" she sneered. "If you don't want me, then no one else can have you!"
The next day, I received a call from my mother's neighbor, saying that Yuan Juan had gone to my mother's house, turned on the gas valve, and even poured gasoline, threatening to die alongside my mother. Fortunately, the neighbor discovered it in time and called the police. I couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened if they hadn't intervened.
My wife, the once gentle and virtuous woman, had now become a ticking time bomb. As I lay in bed, watching her sleep peacefully, my heart was filled with conflict. I hated her for the control and harm she inflicted on me, yet I also knew she was sick and needed help. But who could help me?
After seeing Yuan Juan being taken away by the police from my mother's house, my heart shattered completely. They merely took her statement, warned her a few times, and then let her go. No detention, no punishment—nothing at all. As a lawyer, I understood all too well that the law is nearly powerless against domestic violence and mental control until actual harm occurs. And by the time real harm happens, it is already too late.
I went directly to the police, but they said there was no substantial harm; at most, they could mediate. I still held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking perhaps she would realize her mistakes. That night, I tried to communicate with her: "Juan, don't you really think you need treatment? Threatening to kill my mother and my son is not normal."
She looked at me with a terrifying calmness in her eyes. "I am normal; it's you all who are targeting me. Your mother hates me, your son hates me, your friends and colleagues all hate me. Only I truly love you, yet you want to leave me."
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