“That’s right.”
“This is blackmail!”
“I haven’t had an afternoon to myself since our youngest was born.”
“Oh, please. I work hard. I deserve some free time!”
“And what exactly do you think I do all day?”
He started to respond but couldn’t find an answer.
Finally, he tossed the paper onto the counter.
“Fine. I’ll book your stupid spa day. But we’re discussing the rest afterward.”
I calmly sipped my coffee.
“Make sure the massage is included.”
He left, complaining about how unreasonable I’d become.
The following morning, Elias booked my appointment, grumbling about the price.
“Two hundred dollars? For someone to rub your back?”
“Your gym membership costs more than that in three months.”
“At least the gym serves a purpose,” he muttered.
I ignored the remark.
That afternoon was blissful. I enjoyed a massage, had my nails done, and finished an entire cup of tea without anyone demanding my attention.
