"Hey, Lorelei," Matthew waved, treating me like a casual acquaintance. He remained wrapped around Kourtney’s waist, oblivious to my growing frustration.
"Matthew, can we talk?" I said.
"About what?" he asked, confused.
"Just follow me upstairs."
Once we were in our bedroom, I confronted him about the boundaries he needed to set with my sister. Their closeness was unsettling, inappropriate.
"Lorelei?? Are you out of your mind?? She’s my sister-in-law, I treat her like my own sister. Don’t tell me you’re jealous! C’mon, you have nothing to be jealous about. I love you." He defended, but I felt something was off.
"Matthew, I’m not jealous! I just want you to act properly, don’t get so close to my sister. She’s a woman, you’re a man, it’s not a good look."
He shook his head, chuckling. "Lorelei, you’re overthinking! Get your head straight, you’re getting paranoid!"
"I'm not! I'm just telling you to act right. You seem to forget that I'm your wife, and you should respect my feelings." I clarified, because I didn't want him to think I was crazy.