She felt that being with him was either an illusion or a wrong choice. She began to hate him and couldn't bear it!
Just like today,
She hated the skirt he put next to the bed in the morning, forcing her to wear it because she never got up earlier than him, and her good manners meant she had to eat the whole oatmeal breakfast he prepared.
She hated the "love lunch" he delivered halfway across the college at noon, which prevented her from going to the clown show with her new friends.
I hate him, he must kiss and hug me when I come back at night.
She decided it was necessary to end things with this annoying man.
Our story begins here.