Yohann's face flushed with anger. "That's just ridiculous! Do you really think someone will always be there to help you when something happens? Your family spoils you, and that's why you've developed such naive ideas!"
He breathed, then continued, "Have you forgotten the struggles I went through when I started my business? I'm teaching you how to deal with the real world!"
I was utterly exhausted; every bit of my energy drained from my body. I didn't have it in me to keep arguing with Yohann, so I pretended not to hear a word and headed toward my room. Even though Yohann and I had lived together for three years, we each had separate rooms and usually stayed out of each other's way. What was supposed to be cohabitation that brought us closer, as a couple somehow turned into something more like two roommates sharing the same rented apartment.
As I reached for my door handle, Yohann suddenly grabbed my wrist. His expression shifted, and there was a strange awkwardness as he said, "Your room hasn't been cleaned in days. Why don't you stay in my room tonight?"