Confused

Things were getting out of hand and I haven’t been in the same space with Carlos for more than 24 hours.

All he had laid down were shitty rules like I was a three-year-old kid.

I couldn’t leave the house except with him, I couldn’t get access to the internet until he deemed it fit, and I had no choice but to sleep in the same room with him. I needed clothes and all he said was,

“I think my clothes look very good on you.”

I couldn’t take that. I needed underwear too.

It was later decided some clothes would be brought for me to choose from.

We had dinner together. I wondered how the maids claimed not to have seen him when they served him food and took care of his room. I understood when I got to the dining hall that all the food was already set, there was not a single soul in it.

It was big enough to hold a dinner for 4 dozen people, but a special table had been put aside for just the two of us.

I expected strange foods but was surprised by the usual I ate back in Mexic