“You’re home? Why didn’t you tell me?” she snapped, her anger sparking over the line. “I went all the way back to here for nothing!”
Not once had she called to check on me, to see how I’d managed with my injury, or even how I’d gotten home. And now, the first thing she did was scold me for wasting her time.
If it were in the past, we would have had a big argument over the phone by now. I would’ve let all my frustration spill out. But now, it no longer seemed necessary.
Maybe, from the very beginning, it wasn’t that she didn’t understand my frustrations or didn’t know what I cared about. She just simply didn’t care. Holding the phone, I suddenly felt like laughing.
How absurd was it to keep demanding care and attention from someone who didn't want to give it to you in the first place?
"Hello? Are you going to say something?" Sacha barked, her impatience palpable through the phone.
I could only shake my head. “I thought you were busy,” I replied, my voice flat. “Didn’t you tell me not to bother you when you’re busy?”
Being reminded of her own words, she could only snort and hung up the phone.