At last, the realization dawned on him, if I was serious about ending things.
Panic flickered across Marcell's face as he stammered, “Why would you break up with me out of nowhere? Didn’t you say you wanted to meet my parents? They’re waiting to have dinner with us tonight.
“They have known about us all along and they have always wanted to meet you,” he pressed, his voice rising in desperation. “Can’t you at least give them this courtesy?”
I looked at him, my tone ice-cold. “We have been together for eight years and you never introduced me to them. Now, at the end of it all, you want me to play along? Do you really not see how absurd that is?”
His expression hardened and anger flashing in his eyes as he gritted out, “Fine. You had better keep up this tough act. Don’t come crawling back to me.”
I kept my composure, calmly closing the door in his face, shutting him out for good.
That was the first time that Marcell was turned away by me.
He raised his hand in frustration, as though he was ready to break the door down, but his phone rang just in time. Without a second thought, he turned and left, abandoning his attempt to reach me.