At night, Javier came back drunk, climbed onto the bed, hugged me and asked in my ear, “My dear, is your arm seriously injured?”
“So you knew I was injured?” I asked back coldly.
"Hey, didn’t we agree on this before? Men handle the outside world and women take care of the inside. If you don’t respect that, I’ll lose my temper for sure. How else can I keep my friends from laughing at me?"
Javier sighed, reached his hand into my nightgown and stroked my belly.
I just found it funny and took his dirty hand away with disgust.
What did it mean that men work outside and women work inside?
In the past, I was the only one who took care of everything at home and outside. Javier was lazy and only cared about enjoying himself all day long.
He doesn't have any sense of manliness at all.
I should have seen that he was a liar.
“Good days will come once my son is born, haha."
Javier suddenly laughed.
I thought to myself, ‘Javier, these are your good days, right? Then I will be in trouble. You will kick me out and I will have no place to live.’
I thought Javier would continue to say something, but he fell into a deep sleep in just a few seconds.