"Danner, I want to live alone in my own house for a few weeks."
I drop the bomb, and indeed he is petrified by my words. His eyes rise to mine, incredulous in disbelief and anger. “You want, what!”. His lips are a straight line, his face a tight mask. Unfazed, I look back at him. “I said I want some private space. We've been living together for a while and I'm starting to feel caged."
His fork falls back loudly on his expensive porcelain plate.
By no means am I going to let Danner overpower me this time. I stand firm in this, I want to get rid of this strenuous part in our relationship. The engagement and this living-together entangle me, restricts my freedom of movement.
“What does feel caged mean?”, he demands to know in a loud voice. He clearly has none of this.
“Listen Danner, I
