He never once told her that he loved her, the entire time they were together and she carried that resentment around like she was nailed to a cross. When ever she got on to him about it he would just ramble some crap off about actions speak louder than words. What an asshole.
Her new boyfriend was perfect though, he always told her how much he loved her. It actually came to a point where it was annoying. After every phone conversation, in between meals and movies, at any point when they would part ways and especially when he would blow her off or ask for money. They were magic words that made everything all better. Regardless of what he did, at least he was communicating with her, at least he loved her.
His father always seemed to conjure up those three words when he would leave for weeks at a time. Or maybe after he had been drinking too much and smacked his mother around. He heard them for the last time through a thick glass window with receivers only a foot a part. He kept saying it wasn’t his fault. She provoked him. It was a crime of passion. I think he forgot that he was the one cheating on her. No longer could he hide behind the words and never again would his son say them.