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  1 During my follow-up appointment after the abortion, Adrian once again made a hasty exit with a flimsy excuse. This had become a regular occurrence, and I had grown accustomed to it. Initially, I felt a pang of rejection, but gradually, I found myself becoming indifferent. I took the prescribed medication after the check-up and returned home alone. As I journeyed back, I couldn't shake off the pervasive feeling of solitude that seemed to envelop me. Upon arriving, I browsed Twitter and noticed someone called Lovely One had mentioned Adrian in a post. It stated, [Despite my minor sore throat

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I arrived at the hospital early for my pre-dawn shift. Shortly after the morning briefing, Adrian called.


His voice held a hint of irritation as he said, "Madeline, why didn't you wake me? You left without a word, and I slept in."


I used to cater to his every need, even more so after our wedding. I'd lay out his clothes, lovingly prepare breakfast, and gently rouse him each morning, a ritual I followed religiously.


His tone now implied that he viewed these acts of love as mere obligations, tasks I was expected to perform without question.


But I wasn't his caregiver; I was his wife. I had the right to decline.


"Well, since you're running late, you'd better get moving," I responded.


He persisted, "What should I wear today?"


"Pick anything you like. It's all in the wardrobe," I replied.


"But I can't find..." Adrian began to protest.


A colleague called for my assistance, so I quickly cut in, "I've got to go, something's come up. Just choose your own outfit."


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