I am disgusted with him. That’s all I have to feel. I am not angry because anger is too hollow. Anger, it’s just an in denial term of sadness, and he doesn't deserve that.

”This is where I live, and you’ll be living here from now on.” he said.

His tone is conversational and almost casual. I didn’t even look at him when he spoke to me. I just felt his stares at me, like he’s estimating my every movement and reaction. And just when I knew he wanted that from me I remained silent ...