"You never call"
"Were you looking at her?"
"I kissed Adam last night. I hope you don't mind."
"God...you're so ignorant/controlling/dumb/mean/etc."
"Can't you ever get anything right?"
"Adam asked me to break up with you. I told him I'd think about it."
"I needed money today, so I sold your stereo. Thats okay, right?"
"I've decided that I love Adam more than I love you. Goodbye."
Samantha. Most abusive and emotionally trying relationship I've ever been in. Every day, with a new hair color came a new personality. One day, she'd call me her one and only. The next, she'd be off making out with her ex because she 'just felt it was the right thing to do.'
She ran up to me and gave me a big hug. I stood there, my arms pinned to my sides, not knowing how to react. Be polite and speak when spoken to, or tear off her arms and legs in fit of pent-up emotional tension.
"It's so good to see you," she said, flipping back her hair and smiling at me, her brown eyes more gorgeous than ever. "I thought you had moved after Adam and I got back together."
"No. Didn't see the need to replant myself after a doomed to fail relationship finally ended." All this through clentched teeth, a forced half smile on my face. She stopped looking so eager to talk to me and flipped her hair again.
"Fine. If thats the way you're going to be. I WAS going to invite you to the wedding." She stopped, but not because she was done with her sentence. Upon hearing this, I had disolved into a fit of laughter. Me? Attend her wedding? I'd rather lie down on a bed of scorpions than celebrate her union with the man that she ditched me for. Anyway, for some reason, this proposal was so absolutely ridiculous that at the time seemed to be the funniest thing I had heard all year. She tapped her foot and looked annoyed as I gasped for air and clutched my sides. I didn't bother stick around for what she had to say. After a good minute of her waiting for me to quiet down, I simply turned back around and started walking away.
She stood there, watching me leave. After shouting "Fuck you, Asshole," I turned around to see her dissapearing into the crowd.
"Good luck with your marriage," I called, still laughing. I don't think she heard me.
