It has been a month. A freaking month that had no progress at all.
He didn’t want to attend the doctor’s appointment.
But he will always come to the hospital…to see Pauline.
I am at the verge of kneeling in front of Pauline to tell her not to see Jeanne. But one day when I follow him… I’ve seen him happy…happier than he is with me.
We were not sleeping at the same room. The moment he arrived from the hospital he pulled out all his clothes from our room. I pleaded him not to, but he was determined.
Every night I will cook dinner for him, but usually he goes home at two or three in the morning. He just gets mad whenever I wait for him, or he ignores me, or snarls at me.
Either way he doesn’t give any empathy on me.
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