My commute is usually long. An hour and a half in the summer is normal. It might seem silly to some, but I love driving in the heat with my windows down, my shirt off, and my voice singing as loudly as my music can go.
I drove home one hot summer day like I like. I went inside and I was happy. I had a good drive full of singing my favorites and feeling the sun and wind on me. When I got inside I was greeted with, "How did you get that scratch?" Luz was looking at the line the seatbelt had made across my abdomen. I told her it was not a scratch. I told her it was just a pressure line created by the seatbelt. She wasn't having it. It was a another cold evening. Even when I showed her it was gone, she was still acting like I had done something wrong.
I made sure to never come back inside again with my shirt off after driving home. I had to endure that jealousy again just because I drove home with my shirt off and came in before I put it back on. Of course, she never apologized even though I am sure she realized how wrong she was. And still I stayed.