As I was going on about how he needs to eat, he just lost it.
“Listen, you are not my servant. Every night you cook three-course meals and brush the toilet. Your life should not be all about me. Luckily, we found each other and fell in love. Found a place to call home, and we have it good. But your life doesn’t have to be all about what I want. There is no need for you to change – stay true to yourself. I like you for who you are – a woman full of enthusiasm and life.
These days you just make it about what I want.”
He threw the glass into the sink and left. I was left in shock, trying to comprehend what he had just said.
I picked up the pieces and called my English teacher. Then, I opened the notebook and started writing…
I was no longer a housewife, the master of decoupage, a great chef. I do not serve; I do not go out of my way for someone. I am just being me, and I am happy. So is he.
