She wanted to know: When are those times when you’d like him to be more emotional?
She kept on: Those times, when you’d like him to be more emotional…when are they?
Me: I told him I was leaving. He didn’t seem to care.
She mocked me: You’ve said this before.
I was stunned: Yes. Of course. I try to give him the benefit of love.
I scolded: I’m certainly not paying you for this.
Her: For what?
I scoffed: To question the unfair moments of love.
Our eyes met – knowingly.