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Olivia was four months pregnant with Sophie when I married her. I loved her at first. But then it all went to shit.
That wasn't our last argument, and it definitely wasn’t the first. It was one of the many. It was the process where I started to become the villain.
Slowly, a small noise began to infiltrate my thoughts. It was small but sharp. I opened my eyes to find Evie tapping aggressively on her phone screen.
I stared at her out of the corner of my eyes. How could one type on a phone so fast? And who was she texting?
Her expression continued to change. This moment, it was a surprise; the next, it was a tentative look. No doubt it was social media.
I couldn't recall the last time I did that. Honestly, I found it a waste of time. It distracted you from important things and focused your mind on things that weren’t.
But I wanted to see what she was doing. I caved into my curiosity and subtly stretched my neck. My Boo.
I wondered who the hell she was texting.
Her smile widened slightly as the three dots that depicted typing displayed. She must be very fond of this person. The message finally entered, but I couldn't see it.
The phone wasn't appropriately placed to—
A small gasp brought my attention to her face. Her head was turned in my direction. And her eyes were wide.
Shit.
“Hoe phase. What's that?” Unrelated, but it was the best I could come up with.
Her eyes seemed to widen even more. “Uh?”
“Hoe phase.” I relaxed my shoulders. Then, straightened my neck.
“That's uhmmm…” She cleared her throat, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
“It's a period of young adulthood where the person casually engages in dating and err.. sexual encounters.”
I furrowed my brows as silence filled the space.
“Doesn't make sense,” I commented.
“Ninety percent of young adults use it.”
“Doesn't make it sensible.”
She folded her hands before her and straightened her spine. “It is what it is.”
No.
“It's quite saddening to see.” I tugged my eyes to the road. “The younger generation are losing their way.”
“Are they?”
“Yes.” I glanced at her.
She smiled. It was obviously forced. “We're not… losing our way, sir.”
“…Plus, it goes both ways.”
No, it didn't.
I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Name two things the older generation does that outstand the insensibility of the younger ones.”
