Over the years, when we traveled, she wanted the best of everything. After five years, I had spent at least 700,000 or 800,000 dollars on her.
I had to buy a bag and other things for her every one or two months, and she never went to work.
Her brother asked me for money every now and then, and I had never refused.
That all was worth more than one house.
I never really argued with her about those things just because I loved her.
Now, I just wanted to stop loss in time. It was not too late.
"I'm really busy right now. If you're hungry, just order some takeout. If you're tired, just take a good rest."
Those two days I was preparing my resume and looking for a new job.
I spoke in a cold tone, and she laughed in anger, "Harry Lee, I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it!"
I've become so accustomed to the familiar sound of her slamming the door that I didn't feel anything. I had even kind of predicted her movements.
After she left, I returned to the room and saw a resume on the desk.
When I graduated, I used that resume to apply for a programmer position at a big company and got accepted on the first try.