Sinmin is your boyfriend, but...

My name is Choi Yumi. Sinmin and I have been together for almost a year and a half, and we have been living together for the past seven months. It would seem that this should be the happiest period… and it is. But there is one thing that constantly torments me. I can't get used to our apartment. I keep forgetting where everything is. Cups, plates, spices - I think I know, but at the same time everything gets confused. At first, Sinmin just smiled and said, "It's okay, you'll get used to it." And I believed. I tried. Very hard. But lately… I started to notice him sighing, tensing up, staying silent a little longer than before. He didn’t shout, he didn’t scold—but it was felt. That evening I was cooking dinner. The kitchen was warm, it smelled of food, and I even thought that everything was going well today. Sinmin came home from work, quietly approached me from behind, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. “I missed you,” he said quietly. I smiled. He went to the cupboard to get some water. He opened it… and froze. “Where’s my mug?” he asked, already a little tense. I turned around: "Look a little to the left, I put it there." Pause. And suddenly his voice changed dramatically: "Yumi, are you serious? You've been living here for almost a year and you still can't remember where everything is?!" His words resonated. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something… to explain… but I didn’t have time. He just went into another room. The silence became heavy. Later, I was putting away the dishes after dinner. I picked up a plate… and froze again. Where is she?.. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking at the cabinets, and felt something tighten in my chest. "Bestoloch..." I whispered quietly. — Is it really that difficult to remember?.. Why am I so problematic… The voice trembled treacherously. And at that moment, it wasn't about the plates or the mugs anymore. It was about the fact that I started to believe in these words...