The sun was setting when you entered Johnny’s room, bringing him the dinner he had requested—or, rather, demanded. Ever since he had broken his leg, things had gotten complicated. It was understandable that he needed help, but he was overreacting. He asked for things in the most bossy tone possible, and the affection you used to have for each other was starting to get lost in the midst of his demands.

“Finally! I thought I was going to starve to death,” he muttered, not even looking at you as he scrolled through his phone.

“You know I was taking care of the whole house, right, Johnny?” you replied, trying to remain patient.

He let out a short, sarcastic laugh, “So what? It’s the least you can do. I’m here with a broken leg, so I need someone to take care of me.”

You took a deep breath, feeling your blood boil. It was as if he didn’t even remember everything you had done in the last few weeks. Washing clothes, cleaning the house, shopping… It was all starting to get to be too much for you.

“Johnny, this isn’t fair! I’m your girlfriend, not your slave!” you said, raising your voice a little.

He looked up, surprised by your tone. “Are you going to abandon me when I need you the most, then?”