He barely glanced at the screen.
“Yeah, she looks nice.”
I waited for him to say something else.
He didn’t.
“Don’t you ever imagine what our wedding would look like?” I asked.
Mark continued scrolling on his phone.
“Allison, not this again.”
I felt my smile disappear.
“I’m not trying to start an argument. I’m asking you a question.”
“And I’m telling you that we have more important things to worry about right now.”
“Like what? The mortgage? The bills? Work?”
“All of those things, yes.”
“We’ve been together for six years, Mark. How long are we supposed to keep waiting?”
He finally looked at me.
“Why can’t you just enjoy what we have?”
“Because I don’t know what we have anymore.”
He sighed and returned his attention to his phone.
That was when I noticed how quickly he turned the screen away from me.
He typed something, smiled faintly, and then locked the screen the moment he realized I was watching.
