One night, I arrived late, which I always do, around 9pm from work, and then I realized he just arrived as well, which I am not expecting. Usually, before, when we were still living in our old apartment, he comes home earlier than I do.
And I felt, there's something wrong, I asked him if there's something he wanted to tell me. He tried to brush away the question but I didnt yield. I figured out there's alcohol in his blood. And still he's not answering, stubbornly.
I gave up after some time. Then, going to sleep, he said, 'I'm sad, I want a baby'.
There it is, one of my greatest fears verbalized by the one I love, demanding from me something that I have been anxious ever since..
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