That was right—I had called the property management. If they wouldn’t leave on their own, then I would force them out.
While my mother-in-law bickered with the property staff, Patrick remained unusually quiet. I knew this was a blow to his pride.
I had loved him for seven years—how could I not understand his thoughts?
"Enough already. Andrea, you’ve really outdone yourself. I’m leaving today, and even if you beg me, I won’t come back," he said, acting all righteous.
He picked up Kevin and walked out. Seeing their son leave, my in-laws grew even angrier.
"Andrea, what’s wrong with you? Where do you expect us to go in the middle of the night?"
"San Francisco is a big city, and your son is so capable—he can surely find a place for you to stay. Besides, where you go is none of my business. If you don’t leave now, the next people coming won’t be the property management staff."
At that moment, I realized that once I decided on something, I would see it through no matter what.
Just like how I was now resolute about ending things with Patrick—just as I had once been so determined to love him.