“Yes, Wife?” He asked calmly.

“I don’t like anything you’re doing. Either you stop doing it, or I will run to another country, and I will make sure you won’t ever be able to find me again,” I threatened. I seriously felt suffocated by everything he was doing, and this couldn't just go on.

“Fine,” He relented a while later, “Tell me what do you want?”

“SPACE,” I said, “I can’t tolerate being treated like I need to live in a cage for my safety.”

He walked to me ...