He acted as if nothing had happened. When he walked in, he called me “wife” like he always did and reached out to hug me.
A thick wave of perfume clung to him. It was sickly sweet and overwhelming. So, I instinctively dodged.
"Are you still angry at me?" he asked.
"Look, I sent them away, didn’t I? Don’t be upset, okay? Yesterday was my fault." Then he added, "Look at this, I even bought you your favorite seafood chowder."
Mario jingled the bag in his hand. On his face, he attached a sheepish grin to appease me.
Men were all the same. No matter how unforgivable their actions, they would just play like they were dumb and pretend nothing had happened.
They thought all it took was a little sweet talk to smooth things over with their woman. What if that didn’t work? He would sleep with her. If that still didn’t work? Then start throwing tantrums.
I glanced at the seafood chowder and took a deep breath before saying, "I'm not supposed to eat seafood chowder during postpartum recovery."
Mario’s expression stiffened. Frustrated, he slammed the seafood chowder down on the table.