I figured I would never see Shawn again after that day. To my surprise and annoyance, he rented a place near Mom and Dad’s home.
Every day, he would place meals he’d prepared himself on our doorstep. Whenever Mom saw them, she would helplessly ask me what to do. I would glance at them before saying, “Leave them there. He’ll drop by to retrieve the things.”
Shawn didn’t seem bothered by my giving him the cold shoulder. He stubbornly continued preparing different dishes for me daily. He later evolved into including pastries with the meal.
One day, I finally couldn’t take it anymore and waited by the door for him to show up. His eyes lit
up with joy when he saw me, and he hurriedly held out the food he’d prepared that day. He said cautiously, “I made steak and broccoli today, honey. I also made you some cream puffs. Why don’t you try them?”
I took the food, which pleased him even further. Then, I walked to a nearby trash can and threw the things inside after turning back to glance at him.
His eyes turned red at the sound of the containers hitting the bottom of the trash can. He tearfully asked me why I’d done it.
I answered frostily, “Your actions are affecting my life.”
