Max and I returned home early. I can tell he is upset. As I prepare breakfast before he heads off to work, I ask, “Is there anything special you would like me to make tonight?” It’s Monday so I know his friends are coming over to watch a game.
“No one is coming tonight. I cancelled it last week since we weren’t supposed to be home yet,” Max replies. “And before you ask, we aren’t doing dinner with my family this week or for the foreseeable future.”
“Is everyone that disappointed in me?” I ask.
Max pauses, he seems slightly annoyed, “Ellie, you did nothing wrong. I’m not upset about the contract. I don’t care about working with Michael Alester. Please stop asking me what’s wrong. I’m not ready to talk about it. I just want to be mad. Please let me be mad. I’m not angry at you.”
I nod, “Have a good day, Max.” I handed Max his lunch.
“You too, Ellie. Take some time today for you. I’ll see you tonight,” Max replied.
After he leaves, I bake something for the nurses that take care of my fat
