Anyway, Sunday has always been the day that i gotta go back to SG.
For the past several years, i'd sleep till quite late on Sundays. Sometimes, i'd wake up earlier and then accompany 贝 to have breakfast before he went for his weekly badminton game. After that, i'd wait at home for 贝 to return from his game, then we'd have the lunch that mom cooked for us, and returned to SG.
What he doesn't know is that i always miss him dearly whenever he's not with me, even during Sunday when i was waiting at home for him to return. When it was already afternoon, i'd anxiously looking forward to him coming home, looking out at the window for his car sometimes.
Then for the past few months, there were changes to this routine since he got to know that woman. He no longer asked me to have breakfast with him even when i woke up early. At that time i thought he was just acting cold towards me, and now i know that it was because he was meeting that woman every Sunday behind my back, making use of my consideration for him in letting him to still go play badminton alone.
In fact, now that i look back, the picture finally fits in. That also explained why he would return from his game later and later. Last time he used to come home by 1pm+, then the last few months he would even hit 2pm sometimes.
So all these are in the past. My Sundays had changed from the peaceful serene routine of our loving life, to his cheating scheming affair, and then to the heart-broken lonely days.
I dread Sundays now.
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