'Go upstairs. I'll be there shortly. Then you can tell me what's bothering you, but cut the nonsense,' he said.
'I'm not talking nonsense. You think I'm doing this out of anger towards you, but I'm not. I'm not angry with you, I'm not hurt, I'm not upset. In short, I'm not feeling anything anymore.'
I wasn't even in a state to be anything. Emotions and feelings were for people who felt alive. 'You're pushing my patience. There's no divorce. Forget about divorce.'
'You don't have the right to pity me. Let me go. Send me back to my father's house. Whatever happens, happens.'
Even while pitying me, he couldn't control his anger.
'You've been quiet, and now you can't shut up. Upstairs. To the room. Now.'
Did he think he was being intimidating by spelling it out? I wasn't in a state
