He gave me the silent treatment for three days, preferring to stay in the lab rather than come home.
Suddenly, I felt tired and unsure of what I was holding onto in this relationship.
I took a deep breath, deliberately ignoring his messages and focusing on work.
When I left the company, I saw Frank waiting for me on the roadside with a bouquet of flowers.
I wanted to pretend I didn't see him, but he walked over with his usual poise.
He seemed to have completely forgotten our argument from three days ago, speaking as if nothing had happened. "Eve, my car is over there. You're going the wrong way."
I glanced at him indifferently and walked on.
Frank followed behind me at a leisurely pace, staring straight at me. "Eve, Mom is waiting for us at home for dinner. Can we talk about this later?"
I stopped and turned to look at him. "That's your mom, not mine. We've broken up, so I have no obligation to please your parents anymore."
Frank's family was scholarly. His parents were strict with rules, especially in education and etiquette.
To cope with their rules, after a busy day at work, I had to put on a show.
Because of so-called love, I endured for many years.
But I didn't want to pretend anymore.