In My Desperate Time

“Frances, don’t you want to tell me you love Hilda?” I ask him loudly. Because of great tension, my voice can’t help trembling.

“I won't like Hilda. I can tell you with certainty that I love you and I only have you in my heart. But please be more tolerant to Hilda and don't make troubles unreasonably, okay?" Frances said helplessly.

“Unreasonable? You think I am unreasonable? Since Hilda is reasonable, now go find her. Leave me alone!” I shout and slam the door. My heart is broken. I know that I look like a shrew who quarrel with husband, but I couldn't help myself. Once I think Frances favor Hilda, I get furious. I don’t want to get angry on him, but why does the relationship between us change like this? With my back pressing tightly against the door, I lower my body weakly.

Dinner time, Frances comes to call me. However, I don’t want to eat, let alone open the door. “I don’t want to see you, leave now! I don’t want to eat even if I starve to death.”

footsteps dies away. Is Frances gone? Doesn’t he try to persuade me? Shouldn’t he

me. I raise my head and find

I forgot that he can come in through another room. Although I cursed him just now, I am not guilty at all, instead I say rather

front of me and says softly, “You can get angry on me but you should take good care of your own body. If you are ill due to hunger, who is gonna give birth for me?” When saying, he sits next to me, leans his head on my shoulder, and rubs it slightly. Is he being affectionate now? Not having seen such a “meek” side of Frances before, most of my anger disappears at once. Glare at him angrily, I say sullenly, “I won’t give birth for you, you can

only want you to give birth for me.” He raises his head and

anger totally disappears. In addition, I’m hungry and the food seems delicious. I have no reason to abuse myself. However, if I eat them now, is it shameful? I snort coldly, curl my lips and say, "Who would want to

of my mouth? Besides, it’s a rare opportunity to be fed by Frances, how can I miss it? Thinking that, I open my mouth and gobble down the food with no qualms. Maybe I am really hungry, or the food is too delicious, I eat up all the food he brought. Looking at the empty plates, I feel a little embarrassed. I take out the tissue and wipe my mouth, then I turn my head and say to Frances, "I have ate