In the past, I would ask him for an explanation to confirm my position in his heart by deceiving myself.
It was ridiculous now that I thought about it.
People who cared about you would naturally give you enough security instead of making you suffer all the time and thinking you're always being unreasonable.
"Abby, do you have to be so sarcastic? Hailey and I..."
"You two are brothers. Others sleep together in the room while you just play poker. You’ve said countless times and I understand you."
I interrupted him impatiently then walked to the guest room. "I'm a little sleepy after watching the computer for so long. I'll go to bed first."
Takeout and milk tea wouldn't be delivered for another half hour. I didn't want to stay in the living room with him.
I didn't even want to spend a second with him when I didn’t like him.
When I closed the door of the guest room, I heard him cursing outside, "What the fuck!"
It was probably because he felt he had already apologized and explained in such an attitude but neither did I get jealous nor forgave him as I had done before.
He got annoyed when I was jealous.
He became angry when I looked calm and indifferent.
It seemed that whatever I did was wrong.