My Wife's Midnight Counselling
I was holding my wife as we slept when her phone suddenly gave a special alert tone.
“Rachel, my whole body hurts. Please help me…”
The message was from Daniel. He sounded entitled, and he even attached a photo of his abs.
My wife pushed me away at once. “Wait for me. I will head over right away.”
I could not hold back my anger. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night, and you are going to see him? He’s your brother-in-law. Can’t you keep a bit of distance?
“Your sister has been dead for half a year. Do you have to take care of him like this forever?”
Rachel suddenly raised her hand and slapped me. “Sam, he has post-traumatic stress disorder. You already know that. I am his psychologist, so what is wrong with helping him? Why are your thoughts so filthy?
“Forget it. I can’t talk sense into someone like you. Stay home and reflect on yourself.”
After saying that, she did not look at me again.
We had been married for five years. Every time we argued, she would walk away and give me the cold shoulder. She knew how much I loved her, so she hurt me without restraint. She was certain that I would ultimately give in and try to make peace.
However, this time, I did not try to salvage the situation anymore. My heart was dead. I did not want her anymore.