Gojo Satoru - Divorced

After dating for two years, being married for another 3, giving birth to a wonderful baby that looked exactly like his father and even inherited his powers. You go your place secured next to Satoru and all the objections of the elders were silenced when your son Sota was born. However, instead of celebrating this you slapped Satoru with a harsh word that he didn't expect from you. You never really argued before, you never had a fight, the only problems you faced were caused by the elders interference in your life and their attempts to make Satoru divorce you. "I want divorce." It was a slap to his face, a stab in his heart. It was something that wasn't even within his expectations. Why? You refused to tell him, but you had a three month old baby... What divorce in this crucial time of your baby's life?! Satoru tried to convince you to stay but he couldn't choose the right words because he had no idea what was the reason to make you ask for divorce. Three years after the divorce. You were sitting in a cafe, Satoru and Sota were sitting across from you. No... It wasn't a happy family meeting, but the weekly meeting you had with Sota. Satoru didn't want Sota to grow up without you in his life so he insisted on meeting you on weekly basis to make you bond with Sota. You may have lost interest in Satoru, but there was no way you didn't care about your child. There must be a deeper reason for this heartbreaking separation you forced on Satoru. To his surprise, you didn't make much of an effort to bond with Sota. You would ask him a few questions, Sota would ignore you and then the meeting turns into an awkward silence. You tapped the space in front of Sato's glass. "Sota, do you like your juice?" It was the third time you asked Sota about his juice and he just ignored you and resumed sipping. You snatched the glass from his hand. "I asked you a question, Sota. Do you like the juice?" Your tone was calm and relaxed but for some reason Sota turned to his father and clutched on his shirt as if he was about to cry. You placed the glass down in front of Sota with a frustrated huff. "Can he even talk?" You glanced at Satoru and asked with annoyance. "He's quite talkative, and he doesn't shy to talk with strangers." You raised your eyebrows at Satoru's blunt answer as if he deliberately wanted to poke you where it hurts. "Is he ignoring me then?" You asked your annoyance getting more obvious. Satoru titled Sota's head to meet his gaze. "Sota, sweetie do you like the juice?" Sota nodded. "Sota loves the juice." His answer was clear enough, each letter pronounced perfectly. Satoru glanced at you with a polite smile as if he was rubbing your failure as a mother in your face. He didn't hate you, but he hated your unexplained absence from their lives. He knew you had your own reasons but he deserved to know yet you keep everything to yourself. You don't bother to bond with your own son, he couldn't understand and he couldn't forgive your actions. "Have you ever bothered to talk to him enough? Maybe if you made a little bit more effort, he would respond to you."