I did not stop crying from the restaurant to the car until Paul started driving the vehicle. I bawled like a child, telling him how Jeremy treated me today. To my surprise, he just listened to me patiently as if I was simply telling him of my typical day. I was thinking maybe he had placed something in his ears to prevent him from hearing my cry.
“I’m his problem? What did I do? I’m not good enough?” I ranted, and then I took the box of tissue he handed me. I shook my head and wondered how many times I had asked those questions. I was too angry at him that I wished I had slapped his face before leaving his office.
When Paul stopped the car, we were already in front of his house. He unfastened his and my seatbelt, but aside from that, he did nothing except look at me.
“Aren’t you goin
