It was already a few minutes past 8 pm when I got back to the usual empty house. The same as the day before and more days ago.
There was outrightly no difference in the normal quiet and deserted atmosphere which as time went by, I was starting to get used to.
Even Olivia was getting used to the silence and now, it seems like she was fading away with it.
There were a lot of times when I had tried to talk things out with Richard but he either wasn't ready to listen or always seem far away.
He was hurt. I see nothing but pure hurt in his eyes. Still, I feel offended. We were getting ahead of shit that goes on with us and it appears like we were a step ahead but each time we have issue going on, he does not depict anything other than distrust in me.
I wanted a man that would trust me and take my Yes or No as it is without any doubt. A man who would stand up for me anywhere when I get accused of shit
But Richard wasn't that man.