Chapter 16Kelsey couldn’t take it anymore. The sink was full of dishes. Plates covered in congealed food. The chef’s knife. Mugs with coffee-stained bottoms. The dirty dishes were blocking the drain, and so everything sat in several inches of murky water full of food chunks.
God damn him.
She’d been telling him for days to do the dishes. That she wasn’t going to do them for him this time. She hated, hated sounding like a nagging wife — that wasn’t the life she’d envisioned for herself at all, and she resented him for forcing her to sound like one. And every time she asked — politely as she could — he replied that he’d do them soon, that she didn’t have to worry.
I can’t do it, can’t be shut up in this messy house all day with nothing but my own thoughts. I either need him to be a partne
