The girl and her true love knight

Chapter 3

Maybe I should give him more attention, support. He was stressed. Under the stress of vacation, work, early marriage. - I will try harder, but, darling ... are you bothered by something else anything more than ironing? - You know I would give anything for you.- f**k, I am asking you to do something right at least once, he looked at me scornfully. He was angry for about ten minutes, and I was afraid after that that I would ruin our  marriage, the most important thing I had ever tried to do. I called Todd who listened to me and said that all couples are arguing about silly things. We argued that it was all part of a normal relationship. I did not want to talk to anyone in the family because I’d rather die than have my dad think my marriage was in a bind. I apologized apologetically to Erick. He croaked, hugging me warmly. A stone fell from my heart when he forgave me. Tears welled up in my eyes. - I am asking too much of you, it is not your fault you were raised that way. You were never expected to do something for others, but in real life, small signs of attention show someone how much you love them. I'd like you to try a little harder. After that, he massaged my feet and told me to stop apologizing. 

The next day I noticed a new bottle of starch. A set ironing board was waiting for me so I could practice while he cooked dinner.

We went out one evening with Erick’s colleagues from the construction company and their spouses. I am happy we went out with friends. I was surprised that Erick, despite growing up in Dallas, had no desire to introduce me to any of his old friends. He told me that most of them had moved away and that there were those he could not hang out with. I wanted to make new friends and make a good impression. During my lunch break, I went to the hairdresser and trimmed the strands of my hair by a few inches. 

When she finished my haircut, the floor was covered with thick, black strands. My hair was now straight and of medium length. 

- You should not let your hair grow longer than this, the hairdresser recommended. - It was too long for your height. Your face did not come out. 

I did not mention to Erick that I was getting a haircut. I knew he loved my long hair and would try to convince me not to do it. Besides, I thought he'd like it better this way, and it would be easier to maintain. As soon as I got in the car, he immediately started frowning.

- Looks like you had your hands full today,  he said, squeezing the steering wheel tightly.

- Do you like it? I feel a lot easier. - I shook my head left-right like a model in a commercial. - It was time to shorten the tops.

- Shorten? You cut half your hair - every word exuded disappointment and disapproval.

- I am tired of the old college haircut. I think this looks a lot more refined.

- Your long hair looked special, and now it looks normal.

I felt like someone was injecting liquid of nervousness into my veins. 

- I am sorry you do not like it, but it was hard to maintain. After all, it is about my hair.

- But I am the one who has to watch you every day.

I started to shrink until I felt like someone was shoving me into a small box.

- The hairdresser said that my hair hid my face.

- I am really glad you two agreed that the rest of the world must see your f*****g face,  he murmured.

We sat in awkward silence for about fifteen minutes as he drove through heavy traffic. We went straight to the restaurant where we would meet up with his friends.

- Ah, yes,  Erick began sharply,  just to let you know that I told everyone your name was Marie.

I stared at him totally confused. Marie was my middle name that no one would ever use unless I had done something wrong. Whenever I heard Luna-Marie, I would know something bad was brewing for me.

- Why did you not inform them my first name? - I slightly by hook or by crook strained.

- Because it sounds rustic,  he said without looking at me.

- I love my first name and I do not want to be called Marie. I want to...

- God, why can not I have a normal woman with a normal name? He began to blush with rage and breathe deeply. There was tension in the air.