Episode 11

“Well, it’s just my mother. I told her we were getting married,” I said, afraid to complete the sentence, scared of what he was going to say or how that day was going to turn out. At that point, he was already unpacking his grocery while I stood by the kitchen counter, fiddling with my top. That used to be my favorite top at that moment. But it quickly became the most disgusting thing I’d ever worn because of the memories that came with the top.

“Okay, great. What did she say?” He asked, kind of excited and I felt bad for what I was about to say but I had to say it anyways so I took a deep breath and out.

“Well, she doesn’t approve,” I said and held my breath for a moment, waiting for a reaction but I saw none. “Did you hear me?” I repeated to know if he was actually listening.

“Oh yea, I heard you, baby,” he said absentmindedly as he still rummaged through the grocery as though he was searching for something. “Shit! I forgot the sardine,” he spat but I was concerned that he had nothi