The tension in the yard was so thick you could cut it with a knife 🔪. Marian seemed relieved by my sudden surrender, assuming I had finally fallen back into my usual submissive pattern. Doina smirked with satisfaction, crossing her arms as if she had won a grand victory over my flower garden 🌸.
They didn’t realize that my agreement was not a surrender, but the beginning of a long-overdue boundary. I turned on my heel and walked inside, leaving them to discuss their agricultural plans in the driveway. If Marian was so determined to feed his sister’s family, he was about to learn exactly how much effort that required 🚜.
That evening, I packed a small suitcase with my essential clothes and personal documents 🧳. Marian watched me from the doorway, his forehead furrowed with confusion as he realized I wasn’t making dinner. I simply told him I was taking a two-week vacation to stay with my sister in Cluj.
