Follow The Black Wolf

I care of HOW you are. I care of WHERE you are. I care to know you are OK. That you are SAFE. You've got what to eat, a roof above your head.

When I said I accept you having this guy as a friend to mentor you, I meant THAT. Why would you cook him something, then take it to him, then LIE to me about it? How and why should I believe you did cook something for him and take it to his place? How do I know you didn't just go over there and... well? What if in ten years you just tell me... You know, I didn't cook anything. I just went there and sought refuge in his arms. And not only his arms... I didn't want you to cook for me. I didn't want you to cook, it wasn't an expectation when I met you. Because I believed you would start cooking for me out of love. Or caring. Or tell it however you want. But you started to cook for me/us out of "must". "Have to". "Should". And you cooked FOR him just because he's what? A friend? You don't cook for your husband but you cook for a "FRIEND"? came home to an empty home. so many calls, no answer. came home to an empty home.