Suddenly, Rheymond’s hand on mine jolted me from my thoughts. “Anyways, where are you going? Let me take you.”
I pulled away, my voice cold. “No need. I can drive myself. If you don’t mind, could you step aside so I can open the car door?”
“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me now. Take this, I bought it for you when I went to the Festival yesterday,” he said while handing me a shopping bag with souvenirs in it.
“Also, I will come to pick you up for Matthew's birthday party with me tonight. Be prepared, it is going to be fun,” he continued with a smile that hid his frustration.
In the past, we always seemed to miraculously make up whenever there was a problem. Maybe I was just someone easy to persuade in his eyes.
But did that mean he thought I was too naive to notice the same cycle repeating over and over again?
Yes, I could admit that I was easy to please. But it was because I didn’t see the point in constantly arguing with someone I loved so deeply.
However, I refused to be that woman any longer. I realized Rheymond would never acknowledge his mistakes as long as I continued to excuse them.