An overheard conversation.
Big Serious Trouble
I mean, I love him and all, but it’s just … that…
He’s
not the one for you?
No, he is. I think. God, I hope so. I know he is, but
he’s lying to me. I can feel it.
Oh.
Like intuition?
Yeah exactly. We know stuff. Like the other day,
Thursday, he said he was really tired and wanted a quiet night. So I go, okay,
fine, I won’t see him. I won’t even text him that much because I know he has to
get up early for work. So we talk for like an hour, and then at about eight
thirty or whatever, I let him go.
Doing
the right thing.
Exactly. And so I said good night and he said good
night and like, I was pretty bored and everything, so I just went out for
frozen yoghurt with Patricia. Then, get this, at about eleven thirty or
something, I get this random text, saying like come over baby, I really want
you now and all this shit.
What
the hell?
I know right? He was all horny and acting weird.
He
was drunk.
Well. That’s what I said. But he said I was crazy and
laughed it off.
Did you go over?
No chance. I’m not falling for that shit. So the next
day, he says he must have been half asleep. I don’t think he even remembered.
Yep.
Drunk.
I reckon too, but he said he wasn’t. He insisted.
So, where do you think he was?
Out with the boys maybe, I don’t know. I mean he sees
them every Saturday afternoon at football so why does he have to see them
during the week? He should be with me, right?
You
should kick his ass to the curb.
I’m his girlfriend. I should be enough.
Hell,
yeah. Selfish prick. Dump him, quick.
Nah. I’m gunna change him. Just wait and see.
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