But even dreams have their shadows.
At first, I didn’t notice the small things. Eric stocked the fridge with healthy foods and wouldn’t let me buy anything else. One Saturday morning, I found myself craving ice cream, so I picked some up while running errands.
When I returned, Eric spotted the grocery bag and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the bag.
“Ice cream. I had a craving,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He frowned and playfully shook his finger at me. “We don’t eat junk food in this house.”
“It’s just a treat, Eric,” I replied, a bit taken aback by his reaction.
He firmly shook his head. “We’ve got to stick to our healthy routine. How about I make us some smoothies instead?”
I sighed, feeling a bit like a child being scolded. “Sure, smoothies sound good.”
Then there was the way he monitored my TV viewing. One night, as I settled in to watch a new drama series, Eric walked in and glanced at the screen.
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