“Mom, I’ve said this before—don’t interfere in my personal affairs,” Joaquin said firmly, his voice tight. “When I want to get married, I’ll get married. If I don’t want to, no amount of urging will change anything.”
He wanted his mother to understand just how close he was to breaking down.
This was the first time in his life he had found his mother genuinely unbearable.
No wonder so many young people refused to live with their parents after marriage. The older generation nagged endlessly and was often unreasonable, using the excuse of being parents to demand unconditional obedience.
That was how conflicts were born.
Mrs. Legare opened her mouth to say more, but Mr. Legare stopped her.
“Joaquin, go eat first,” he said gently. “After dinner, if you’re still not feeling well, get some more rest. Yehua and the others are at the clinic—nothing will go wrong.”