Chapter 13 Setting You Free

I feel like Alan's temper has been unusually bad lately. He used to be so indifferent to me, barely acknowledging my existence. He never got angry, of course, because I used to take care of him and put up with everything to the extreme. He had no reason to be mad at me. Ignoring my enthusiasm was the attitude Alan usually had towards me. But these past few days, he's either been giving me a gloomy face, yelling angrily, or making sarcastic and snide comments. His temper has become quite unusual. Maybe it's because Alan has been coming home more frequently, so we're both getting tired of each other. The old Alan would spend about 20 days a month away, either staying in the apartment near his office or living it up with beautiful women in hotels. When he did come home for a few days, I would treat him like a revered guest, leaving him no time to get angry. I looked at Alan with annoyance, "Why are you shouting? I'm not deaf. If you have something to say, just say it. I need to