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Why are women so difficult?

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Being completely ignored by her makes me believe I have to change strategies. At least slightly. The clothes, shoes and bags had all arrived, but she hasn't even acknowledged them. She'd once again rolled her eyes at me and moved on.

Luckily, this time I stocked up the kitchen so she had ingredients to make something to eat.

For all her annoyance with me, she did make enough food for two, and gave me a plate too. I have to admit I might have stared at it a little too much, that she almost took it away from me.

"Are you even eating?" she'd asked, her voice telling me I shouldn't upset her further.

But it wasn't that I didnotwant to eat. Rather, I didn't want for it to be gone so fast. After all, it was something she'd made with her hands—for me.

Well, notforme, but still, it felt like it was for me and I wanted to keep it for a little longer.

"Of course," I'd immediately answered, taking my fork and digging in.

Ah, but it had been so good.

I don't think I've eaten food that good in my entire life, and I was sure to point it out to her. But eventhatcompliment hadgone on deaf ears. She'd just nodded and then left for her room after she'd finished, instructing me to wash the dishes.

The cold treatment continues for over a week. I try to bring her gifts to show her that I'm in earnest, but she just ignores them, looking me dead in the eye and scowling at me, as if I were the scum of the earth.

In a way I am, because Iknowwhat I did to her was unforgivable. IknowI hurt her too much for her to ever give me another chance.

But I can't stop trying. Not when the alternative is a slow suffocating death. Because without her I'mdefinitelyheaded for an early grave.

There's a little comfort in knowing she's near andno oneelse can get to her. But how does that even help me when she's scorned every single attempt I'd made at showing her how much I'm repenting for my behavior?

The time passes, and while she doesn't seem to actively go against me anymore, probably already resigned that there's no way out, her behavior toward me doesn't thaw.

When another week goes by and I've still not madeanyheadway, I know it's time to change strategies.

And so I find myself with a conundrum. What can I do to pacify her? To make her see that my attempts are genuine, and that my compliments are from my heart too?

Maybe I should just give her my heart on a platter.

But that won't work. As much as I'd love to do that, I would like to be present to see her reaction to it, and I wouldn't be able to do it dead.

What if…

I pause, an idea taking root in my mind.And just to be sure I'm not making any more mistakes, since I wouldn't like to upset her again, I open my laptop and I start surfing the FBI's most wanted list.

Then I just work my magic to find someone in the city.

A little more time consuming than I would have liked, since now I'll miss a morning of gifts. But maybe she'll appreciate the extra creativity.

Armed and with a well-devised plan, I make sure to lock the entire house before I leave for the night.

Michael Garrett.

The one man who'd ended up in the vicinity happened to be the most wanted pedophile in five states. While Maxim gets me a weekly supply of prisoners for my therapeutic process, this needs to be more personal, since I'm doing it for Sisi.

And so I go to one of the locations I'd pulled from his cell phone—a suburban bar—and then I just carefully lay out the trap, making sure he's drugged up before I take him back to the house.

Michael doesn't seem like such a bright chap, although he's been evading the feds for a while now. But then again, I shouldn't be too surprised that state organizations are floundering. After all,Iam the one benefitting from their incompetence.