"What the fuck do you want from me, Caroline?!" he yelled at me. He had the nerve to be furious when in fact I should be the one taking heads down.
I stared hard at him, unable to believe what I had just heard.
"I want you to go to hell and rot right there!" I yelled back at him.
I was sincerely drained and was at the moment speechless. I sought words in every corner of my head, trying to diss out exactly in a similar quantity the same anger he brought to me.
"I want you to get the hell out of my life and never exist to me again!" I yelled out. "That's exactly what I want from you!" I added.
I was so devastated by the whole incident.
We weren't making waves in our marriage but I definitely thought we were a step ahead. A little step ahead of infidelity.
He had appeared nice like he cared about me but in real fact, he doesn't.
I hated the fact that he was always letting my emotions get the best of me.
