Usually, he’d grumble something and end the conversation there. But that day, he stared at me. “You going back to school is stupid. There’s no reason for it.”
“Getting a degree is important.”
“I have one. That’s enough.”
His expression sharpened. “I’m not being f*****g ridiculous. You’ve got everything you could want or need right here.”
“Says me!” he yelled. “I provide for you, don’t I? I buy you pretty clothes and take you out to fancy restaurants.”
“And I appreciate all that,” I said as calmly as I could. I didn’t want to fight. “But I want to do this for me.”
“What’s the point? It’s not like you’ll ever have a job.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s a waste of time.”
“Actually, this conversation is a waste of time.”
He moved so fast that I didn't see him coming. He grabbed my wrist ti
