From Clingy to Independent- He Thought I Needed Him Until He Realized I Didn’t Chapter 02
After I calmed down, I signed the transfer agreement.
My supervisor looked like she wanted to say something but held back.
“This transfer would send you to another city. That’s a huge decision. You should talk it over with your boyfriend first. You’re in a serious relationship, so don’t make a rash choice.”
I signed my name briskly.
“No need.”
The last time I changed jobs, I took two job offers to Adrian and asked what he thought.
He glanced at them once and said, “This is your life. Don’t make me decide for you.”
And yet he had patiently guided Lily through her applications, helping her get into the best medical school in the country and become his junior from med school.
Adrian was always saying I wasn’t independent enough and that I was too clingy.
When I excitedly tried to share little stories from my day, he would put on his headphones and listen to medical podcasts as if I didn’t exist.
When I was about to be late, he would refuse to drive me and insist that his schedule couldn’t be disrupted because of me.
When I wanted to join him at gatherings with his friends, he told me I should build a social circle of my own.
I used to think Adrian was just naturally distant.
And that if I tried hard enough, I would become the exception.
Then Lily appeared.
She was the daughter of old family friends of Adrian’s parents, and they had asked him to look after her.
I thought he’d find it troublesome, but he agreed without hesitation.
What I never expected was that she would be the exception.
When she complained about her roommate, he responded to every single message.
When she was craving an Instagram-famous dessert on a weekday, he drove it over to her himself.
When she was doing her hospital rotation, he even took the initiative to introduce her to people by saying, “This is my junior from med school. Take good care of her.”
Whenever I fought with Adrian because of her, he would frown at me in disappointment.
“She’s a kid. Are you a kid too?”
“I’m only looking after her because it’s my responsibility. You’re jealous over something this petty?”
“How old is she? And how old are you? Why don’t you compare yourself to a newborn while you’re at it?”
But the “kid” he kept talking about was only three years younger than I was.
All the excuses I had once made for him, that this was just his personality, that work kept him too busy, that he hated clingy people, shattered completely in the face of the patience he gave someone else.
That was fine. Once I had surgery the next day and left, Adrian would have nothing to do with me ever again.