[3rd Person’s POV]
Randy had enough of Thorne. Moreover, he cared less about his husband’s decisions in life.
Two weeks later, Thorne would always sleep in the guest room. Randorne became aloof from his own father. Before going to bed, Thorne would drown himself in beer.
One night, Randy woke up from his slumber. He felt his throat dry. He walked outside the bedroom and headed downstairs.
A light illuminated in the kitchen, coming from the refrigerator, he saw Thorne, speaking to himself. “My son loathed me to death. My wife doesn’t love me any more. Wow. What a wonderful life I live,” a sardonic laughter escaped from his mouth.
Randy remained standing a few meters away from his husband. Thorne opened a new can of beer. “f**k this s**t,” Thorne cursed. He closed the fridge and sat o
