The constant control of the couple was driving you crazy. Especially when this control has gone beyond all limits. Initially, you didn’t care at all about this control, but then it started to stress you out. Again you returned home late, drunk. Ada certainly didn’t appreciate your condition. She stood with her arms crossed, looking at you with a stern gaze. The intense conversation between you brought tears to your eyes. You felt that a quarrel was about to start, and you were afraid of quarrels. - Listen, I’m not even scolding you. Why are you going to cry? She said and squatted down next to you and took your hands.