The lovestory

"You can't expect me to love you after this, and I warned you that if it happened again. Not once, not twice but every time!" She shouted at me. It was just after dinner and we were in bed trying to sleep.

"Isobell, please I am stressed. I have too muc-" I tried saying but she cut me off. "No, you listen to me Steve, you don't tell me about your work, neither let me join it, neither tell me who your workers are, I don't know who your friends are nothing! I am at home not knowing if you ae well or not, if you have eaten or not. Whether you are comfortable working over there o

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r not. Why don't you tell me anything?"

I kept thinking about what she said, but how could I tell about my job to her, how could I tell her about my dark life she doesn't deserve it. But she deserves to know, trust is the key to long relationships. I huffed and ruffled my hair in nervousness, I guess she noticed it and lovingly said with those kind caramel eyes "Don't worry I won't judge." "The truth is that I don't have a job or any friends, I just wanted to keep you like my queen but I couldn't so I refrained from telling you thinking you might leave me, and I didn't wan-"