Instead, he pulled out his old sportswear from his student days. After finding that they no longer fit, he even bought several new sets online.
How ridiculous. After we got married, he relied on me for everything, from his clothes to his underwear.
I would prepare his outfits every day, neatly folded by the bedside, and he would just put them on easily.
He never cared about these trivial matters.
However...
Now, every morning he would stand eagerly in front of the wardrobe, choosing clothes.
As I lay in bed, the more I thought about it, the more awake I became.
The headache from insomnia gradually overwhelmed me.
If it were before marriage, I wouldn't even think twice before breaking up.
If it were just after getting married, maybe I would be so distressed that I would suggest a divorce.
Yet, we had been in love for six years.
Our life had improved and we had a baby, Trevin.
We had adjusted all our habits, managed our lives in harmony, and treated our parents well.
Just when everything was getting better...
He got lost.
And all I could do now was have a serious talk with him.
I was nearly on the verge of tears.
I turned off the lights and forced myself to sleep.