The video showed Shawn resting comfortably on her shoulder and they kissed softly.
She captioned it. "Everything works out in the end."
After silently liking the post, I looked around at the cramped one-bedroom apartment and felt like the world was spinning.
Shawn’s blatant betrayal made this once cozy home feel utterly ridiculous.
Luckily, Shawn didn’t come home last night.
I used to resent him for never being around, but now I felt grateful.
Early the following day, he returned as I was packing his things.
He left a lot of stuff here, but I bought most of it for him. I've put it all up for sale on the second-hand market.
His personal belongings fit into a single suitcase.
He sat at the table, noticing I was busy like a bee and ignoring him. He wasn’t too happy about it.
He asked coldly, "Why didn’t you make me breakfast?"
When I didn’t reply, he angrily picked up a vase from the table and smashed it.
He rushed over and hugged me from behind.
"Yelena, why are you ignoring me? Do you look down on me too?"
If he had said something like that before, I would have felt sorry for him and empathized with him.
I would transfer his money to buy gifts to apologize and then coax him for a few days.