When I shopped for clothes, his complaints about the prices were endless, accusing me of reckless spending.
He went as far as to say that the cost of one of my outfits could feed a typical family for a month.
I later discovered he was comparing me to his secretary, Liz McKibben.
Liz grew up in a family that favored sons over daughters and managed to secure a scholarship to college through her own efforts.
Currently, she still sends half of her salary back home.
Jack's sympathy for her led to a growing resentment towards me, whom he saw as a coddled princess.
Last month, I decided to surprise Jack at his office.
His picky eating habits due to work stress had caused frequent flare-ups of gastritis.
Concerned for his health, I monitored his diet closely and hired a chef to prepare his meals.
I arrived at his office, cheerful and carrying a lunchbox, only to discover that he had already eaten.
Inside the office, he gave my lunchbox an awkward look.
My eyes locked onto the pristine little bear lunchbox on his desk, and my heart sank.
Clearly, it was the kind of item a woman would choose.
Doubt began to take root in my mind at that moment.