I thought he was impatient and left first, but it turned out that he didn't even come to pick me up.
Did he think Mary was a girl and I was old?
I nodded to show that I understood.
He took my hand and asked me to face him. "Are you angry?"
I was confused. "No."
He confirmed it. His expression turned from cautious to somber.
"You're angry. I've explained everything to you. What are you dissatisfied with? You didn't even cook for me, and now you're pretending not to care about me!"
I just realized that if yesterday's events had happened in the past, I would have started to argue with him hysterically.
Whenever this happened, he would frown and watch me in silence, like watching a clown.
Now that I thought about it, I must have looked hideous, which was why he didn't like to go home.
But now, I just watched him blame me quietly, but I couldn't get angry at all.
I was tired after being busy while I was sick.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
He was surprised.
"I want to go with you."
He was attempting to ease our relationship through intimate contact.
I pushed him away calmly. "No, I don't want to have sex today."
I went into the bathroom and heard the living room door slam shut.