"Am I that bad?"
"No! Tyler it's not you. It's me.. I.. don't like the fact.. How I came into your life as a burden.. I am just forced-"
"Enough. Don't you dare to speak further rubbish about yourself.” I was furious to hear the perspective she held about herself.
“You are my wife, You have all the rights over me. Make sure nothing like this ever crosses your mind." I said in a voice louder than a whisper and filled with fury because her words never fail to break the last peak of tranquility.
‘It kills me when she; the person I made so much effort to have said this.’
“I am all yours, what are you so insecure about?”
Oblivious of the fact how much I love her and what she means to me, she kept talking about things like this.
I looked at her infuriated, daring her to speak any more of this shit.
"It's the problem of rights." She whispered.