“Why are you so controlling? Can’t you handle me having normal relationships with other people? I think I made the right decision not to marry you back then. If we had gotten married, I wouldn’t have had any freedom left!” she yelled.
“Why can’t you just be more tolerant? Destroying the gift Hugo gave me wasn’t enough, was it?” she added.
At that time, Hugo had brought her a gift. It was a ring.
Karen had eagerly slipped the cheap ring that he got from a dollar store, into her finger.
I didn’t say anything about it. I just thought, as long as she was happy, it did not matter.
That was my thought until I saw Hugo again. It was obvious that he and Karen were a couple.
Karen's finger was really slender so the ring did not fit properly there. Yet, even though it kept slipping off her finger, she was still determined to wear it.
Meanwhile, she had never once worn our wedding ring ever since our marriage.
When I asked about it, she dodged answering. Instead, she gaslighted me by accusing me of interfering with her freedom to be friends with others.