When we finished I went home, I started cleaning and cooking, if I don’t..... Tyler would be angry and I don’t want to piss him off. I am very tired when I am done with everything, it’s already 6 pm. Tyler will be at home soon from work, he needed to stay longer today to help to loading the trucks. When he got home he greeted us and went into the kitchen to check what is for dinner.
“Why did you cook this, you couldn’t think about something else?” He asked me dissatisfied. I cooked spaghetti , it’s fast and everybody likes it.
“Why? Don’t you like it?” I ask him worriedly.
“It’s boring already.” He murmured. Doesn’t matter what I cook if he just want to find an excuse to argue with me he will find it, so I just let it go and try to hide from him till he smoke his daily cigarette and
