"Given so, I'm starting to doubt whether I should marry you at all!"
Natalya's continuous complaints made me more clear-headed.
"Yes!"
"We're about to get married, and she has such close contact with her ex."
"She even makes light of these behaviors as if everything she did was my fault."
"Should we or should we not get married?"
I pushed Natalya off my lap and said seriously, "You're right. Maybe we should both calm down and think about whether we should get married or not."
Natalya looked stunned.
Maybe she didn't expect me to say such things.
But I ignored her as I went to my room to fall asleep.
I had been thinking about this matter all day.
I was lost in so much thought that I was a little distracted at work the next day.
I was thinking about the bits and pieces of the years I had spent with Natalya.
I recalled the year when I had been sick. Natalya gave up her good job to take care of me.
After that, she moved into my house for the convenience of taking care of me. The fact that she was gentle and considerate touched me so much.
It was during that time that I firmly believed that she was the one I wanted to be with.
I wanted to marry her and be with her until we grew old.