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I was always the one too available, too easy for her to ignore.
I tried to have a serious talk with her, to offer her a chance to choose again, but she’d interrupt me every time with impatience before I could even start.
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She complained that I was too controlling, always on her case, never giving her any space.
It seemed absurd to me.
Wasn’t she free enough already?
All her spare time went to Matt–what more did she want?
My disappointment grew day by day, making my life increasingly miserable.
Charles and Margaret noticed and sternly scolded Emily. She seemed contrite in front of them, but once we were home, she turned on me, accusing me of tattling.
She felt her parents were biased towards me, treating her not like their own daughter. No matter how I tried to explain, she just wouldn’t hear it.
As her relations with her parents grew more strained out of spite, I got desperate and moved in with Charles and Margaret,
They were truly kind to me; I often thought they must have been angels sent by my own late parents.
Only by showing them double the kindness could I feel somewhat at peace.
They had given me a home when I was most desperate, and I would be forever grateful.
I even thought that if Emily and I were to divorce one day, I would still treat Charles and Margaret like my own parents.
But then, overnight, they were gone.
Facing this unbearable loss was impossible.
Looking at Emily, my anger was palpable.
It was her fault that Charles and Margaret left this world with regrets.
I asked coldly, “Why do you think I’m wearing this?”
With my parents gone, Charles and Margaret were the only close family I had.
She turned ghostly pale and took several steps back before managing to steady herself.
Time seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension.
Suddenly, she rushed at me, shoving me hard, her eyes red with rage. “Are you sick? I know you’re mad about yesterday, but scaring me with this morbid stuff?”
Matt gave me a frosty look. “Emily’s the best woman in the world. You shouldn’t treat her like this!”
“What does our marriage have to do with you? Back off!”
“You…”
Matt had no place to judge me. He glared and then drove off defeated.
Emily watched him leave and then coldly bypassed me to go upstairs.
Minutes later, she stormed down, eyes bloodshot, confronting me. “Why are there black–and–white photos of my parents up? You’ve taken this curse too far! Aren’t you done yet?”
She clutched my arm, her nails digging in.
I suppressed my emotions and asked, my voice trembling, “Didn’t you see the urns on the table?”
“No!”
“Then let me show you!”
I rushed back inside, lifting the urns in front of her.
“Your parents are right here, in these urns. Can you see them now?”
My voice was hoarse, almost hysterical, as though I wasn’t even speaking.
“Steve, you’re really messed up! All I did was have a few drinks with friends. Why do you keep cursing my parents like this?
“I’ve been too soft on you for too long, letting you run wild!”
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“You said my parents are dead? Fine, let’s go confront them right now!”
With that, she dragged me out the door.
