When I shopped for clothes, his complaints about the prices were endless, accusing me of reckless spending.
He went as far as to say that the cost of one of my outfits could feed a typical family for a month.
I later discovered he was comparing me to his secretary, Liz McKibben.
Liz grew up in a family that favored sons over daughters and managed to secure a scholarship to college through her own efforts.
Currently, she still sends half of her salary back home.
Jack's sympathy for her led to a growing resentment towards me, whom he saw as a coddled princess.
Last month, I decided to surprise Jack at his office.
His picky eating habits due to work stress had caused frequent flare-ups of gastritis.
Concerned for his health, I monitored his diet closely and hired a chef to prepare his meals.
I arrived at his office, cheerful and carrying a lunchbox, only to discover that he had already eaten.
Inside the office, he gave my lunchbox an awkward look.
My eyes locked onto the pristine little bear lunchbox on his desk, and my heart sank.
Clearly, it was the kind of item a woman would choose.
Doubt began to take root in my mind at that moment.
I forced a smile and inquired, "Where did this lunch come from? Has the company started providing meals? What about the lunches I used to send?"
Just as I finished speaking, the door to the nearby lounge opened.
Liz stood there, surprised, clutching a lunchbox identical to the one on Jack's desk.
They were clearly part of a couple's set.
In an instant, everything became clear.
I scoffed at them both and, right before their eyes, threw the lunchbox into the trash can forcefully.
Liz turned pale and couldn't bring herself to look at me.
I glared at her and coldly told Jack, "Seems like your secretary's got your diet covered well, so I won't bother anymore."
"She can handle your meals from now on."
I left the office quickly, holding back tears, without waiting for an explanation.
After that day, I never again brought him lunch.
Whenever I mentioned the incident, he would dismiss me as being irrational and not as understanding as his secretary.
Gradually, I grew tired of the relationship.
I stopped being as attentive to him as before, no longer sending messages to check if he had come home before bed.
Instead, I started to prioritize my own needs, sending him lists of what I needed so he could make purchases.