I looked at this man who had shared a bed with me for three years. Not only did he not have my back, he thought I was the one being unreasonable.
I didn't say anything. Just went back to the bedroom.
You can't reason with someone this spineless.
Early the next morning, before I'd even brushed my teeth, someone was pounding on the door hard enough to shake the walls. The second I opened it, Lola bulldozed her way in. She didn't even take off her shoes—just made a beeline for the pile of unopened delivery boxes in the corner.
Riiip.
She tore into a package with her bare hands and yanked out the face towels inside.
"I came to see what you've been buying every single day, all these precious things. I'm checking for Alex so he doesn't get the family savings emptied out by some spendthrift woman!"
I looked at Alex, who had just shuffled out of the bedroom. Not only did he not stop her—he walked over, pulled open the TV stand drawer, fished out a handful of shopping receipts, and handed them to his mom.
"Mom, look at these. Last week's supermarket receipts. Check if anything shouldn't have been spent. I'll keep a closer eye on her from now on."
I laughed—actually laughed out loud.