"I know I’ve neglected your feelings because of my busy work, but I’m really swamped now. I need to think about our future. You don’t have a job, and if I don’t work harder, how will I support our little family?"
"Okay, stop being angry. I know I didn’t handle yesterday well."
"Lila, I know I was wrong. Can you please pick up and talk to me?"
Reading those messages made me feel nothing but absurdity.
I didn’t reply to him, but what I didn’t expect was for him to go as far as to contact my parents.
I had been with James for seven years, from undergraduate to graduate school. Our families had met. We had built a life together, or so I thought.
After finishing graduate school, he had moved back to our hometown, Springfield. My parents were thrilled about him. Every time I brought him home, they greeted him with warmth and enthusiasm.
I had even planned to marry him after graduation. But now, everything had changed.
"Lila, James called us and said you were angry with him and aren't picking up. What’s going on?"
"Mom, I didn’t lose my temper. I just didn’t know how to explain. Actually..."
Before I could finish, my mother cut me off.