Silent Domestic Violence

8

I had been depressed at home for two days. On the third day, my boss called me and said that if I didn't submit the copy at once, he would ask someone to cut off the electricity and water supply in my house.

I thought for a while and decided that I couldn't lose my man and job at the same time. After all, I claimed to be an independent woman in front of my mother all day long. If I really lost everything, it would be very humiliating.

So I took a shower and stuffed all Vincent's things into the warehouse at the corner. I developed a black and white copy of his most brilliant smile, went to the community, picked up colorful flowers and some rotten oranges from the trash can, and put them in front of his photo as sacrifices to him. Every day and night, I would worship him, forcing myself to buck up.

When I was desperate and forcing myself to work late at night, I ran into Cathy.

Then I bid farewell to Cathy in such an awkward scene.