I didn’t feel the need to continue talking to Austin on the remainder of the trip. It had dawned on me, after his last statement, that there was no hope for me to have the last say in the conversation, and therefore, I decided not to allow it to go further. And that was what Austin must have wanted, because he didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I wasn’t talking to him.
But as Austin pulled into the driveway of a house that looked a lot bigger and more extravagant than ours already was, I knew that I was going to need to have a difficult conversation with him. There were going to be some things that we needed to talk about, and if he didn’t listen to me, then I would have to make sure that he knew of the risks that there would be in not taking me seriously.
I was tired of allow
