"But they only come for a few days every year and I also need to tolerate your parents. Why can I tolerate it, but you can't tolerate it at all?" I retorted. I couldn't suppress my anger and had a big fight with him.
When we first got married, Connor treated my parents well. I don't know when his attitude began to slowly change. I thought about what had happened recently and nothing else different had happened except "that thing".
It was last month. To buy a house, Connor and I had a fake divorce. Over the past six months, housing prices had been rising. Connor discussed with me about getting another old, small apartment in a good school district. But we didn't have enough money, so we decided on a fake divorce.
Our current house was then transferred to his name. At first, I didn't mind, but his recent behavior became increasingly strange. I was distracted at work all morning. The more I thought about it, the more something felt off. Could he be having other thoughts now?
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I suddenly felt that the man I had known for ten years had become a complete stranger.