I was staring at him in the silence, not sure of the kind of response I was supposed to give to him when he asked me why I had kept the information away from him.
"Donald, when you brought me into this house, I did not sign up to do everything that you command me to do and not have my free will anymore. "I know I agreed to follow your rules and do things according to the way you wanted them, but it does not mean that I lost my will completely, and one of the things I want right now is that you do not get yourself so involved in my life, which is why I wanted to keep my mental health information away from you," I tried to explain to him, but he shook his head in disagreement as he stood up from the couch where he was seated, standing before me now.
"What is it this time, Donald? Why are you staring at me like that?" Are you going to attack me now?" I asked him slowly, standing up from the couch where I was seated as well as we stood staring at each other.
