At 1:30 a.m., I opened the door to my home. The soft glow of a nightlight lit up the living room, where Zevian was lounging on the sofa.

He sneered at me and said, "I thought you were going to stay out all night."

His self-righteousness was almost funny. How could he act so upset when he had been out kissing someone else for everyone to see? His anger seemed ridiculous.

With a smirk, I replied, "Zevian, what right do you have to lecture me?”