Rhia couldn’t believe the words being hurled at her. She recovered quickly enough and yelled back at her accuser. ‘You’re always only expecting me to handle everything. As if I am your personal maid, house-cleaner, cook, etc. Don’t I have feelings? What about me? What about what I like?’
‘What about you, huh? What about you? I’m letting you indulge in this stupid timepass hobby of yours. I am not even asking you to manage the house every day. All I am saying is you can spend a little lesser time playing around with this stupid lump of mud.’ He kicked the sculpture she had spent two weeks working on.
Rhia gasped. ‘How dare you?’ She sputtered in fury. ‘That … that was… As if what you do is very important.’
‘Damn right, it is important. I pay the bloody bills.’
‘Really? Bills? This vase was a necessary expense, was it? I keep the house together but you can’t see that!’ She knocked over the prized antique vase he had brought on a previous work trip.
Broken shards of both their prized possessions lay strewn on the floor around them. It wasn’t just the materialistic objects that lay broken in the distance between them.