[Don't use me as an excuse. I waited for you on the roadside for two hours but didn't see you. You're with your star girlfriend, right? Don't use me as a shield.]
[Since you dare to do that, why don't you dare to admit it? You've done this many times. Are you still a man?]
[Grandma, I will go home this weekend and celebrate your birthday with you.]
Luis sent me a message: [What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?]
I laughed out of anger. Did he mean I was unreasonable?
[I didn't pick you up because my girlfriend was injured. Please be considerate.]
As I threw my phone on the table, I covered my aching stomach with tears in my eyes.
What was wrong with him?
He said he would come and pick me up, but now he blamed me for not being considerate enough.
After a while, I picked up the phone on the ground.
I called my father.
After the call was connected, I choked up and said, "Dad, I can't stand it anymore. I want a divorce."
I took a day off and stayed at home.
Luis hadn't come back for two days. He often didn't come back. This big house was empty, and I had lived here for eight years.
I should have gotten used to it long ago.
At first, I would wait for him until the middle of the night.