Thinking about it now, I was really stuck in a dead end. Stripped of the color of love, he looked completely ordinary.
John stubbornly stayed with me all day and then went home with me.
When I got home, there were already people there: John's friends and Emily.
They had made a table full of dishes, obviously under John's direction, but it made me feel slightly nauseous.
Emily saw me and said, "John just went to a friend's house that day, and you had to make a fuss and go on a business trip. How do you expect him to feel at ease with you like this?"
She had a scolding tone, and the others around her seemed to agree. John, on the other hand, looked at me expectantly. No one thought there was anything wrong with Emily speaking to me this way.
In the past, I would have considered John's feelings and would only argue with him later.