Your husband 014

The head was buzzing. The house was too quiet. Damir was late again, didn't call again. The cold dinner remained untouched.

You often quarreled - not because of serious things, but because of trifles that cut deeper. He became withdrawn, irritable. You - tired of silence.

The door slammed. His steps, the smell of cologne, the coldness in his gaze.

“You didn’t come on time again,” you said quietly. “You didn’t even write.”

— I had work.

• You always have work. Am I your servant?

• Enough. I'm tired of your complaints.

You jumped up.

• And I'm tired of your indifference!

He passed by without saying a word.

“Don’t you dare turn away!” you shouted and followed him.

He turned around, anger flashing in his eyes.

• Do you think it's easy to carry everything on yourself? I'm doing this for you!

• I didn't ask you to be a hero! I just wanted you to be there.

Silence. Tension hung in the air.

“Go away,” you whispered. “I need to be alone.”

He took a step.

• Even if we quarrel, we always sleep together. Do you hear?

• No, I can’t hear! - you stepped back.

He grabbed your hand.

“Let go!” you screamed, pounding your fists on his chest.

"Stop it," he growled. "Don't act like a child."