When I put this ornament on the car, Stella complained that it was too tacky and said, "This is so ugly, others will laugh at me when they see it."
After I pleaded again and again, she reluctantly agreed as if she were the owner of this car.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt relieved and gave this post a like.
I asked the waiter to bring the dishes and cakes, and I ate them slowly in the box alone.
I loved sweets, but Stella didn't like them. She said they make people fat, so desserts like cakes never appeared in our house.
I could only have a few bites of cakes on my birthday, and then Stella would snatch it away and throw it away.
"Stop eating, look at your figure!"
I was eating the sweet cream in big mouthfuls.
I thought, "Fuck it!"
When I got home after I was full, Stella had not come back yet.
If it were in the past, I would have wanted to make numerous calls, asking her where she was and asking her to pick me up right away.
But I didn't do so today but fell asleep right after washing up.
In the middle of the night, when I was sleeping soundly, I heard the sound of the door opening.
I knew Stella was back.