I walked to the kitchen, unenthusiastically, just to get what he asked for, complaining about all of it, the situation was getting out of hand and I needed to talk to him already, to tell him how I felt, I couldn't even take a bite of the popsicle I had been craving so much. It was absurd, I didn't need this, I felt totally and completely forgotten by Ivo, it seemed like I only existed when he needed something, and meanwhile, he was trapped in his business.
And in a way, I understood, it was what he wanted, his dreams, to provide us with a better life, a bigger house, to live without having to worry about the bills, to afford us luxuries, buy us clothes, travel, and be happy, but it was precisely that last thing, happiness, that we weren't even close to achieving. To me, happiness isn't
