A tinkling sound came to my ears as the first pearls of silver dropped onto the autumn leaves. It was the calm before the storm. The glasses I had placed on the floor fell leaving a crack either side of them as the gust of wind engulfed the apartment. I felt a sinking feeling as I pulled the store-bought pizza out of the oven, it was burnt. However, looking at the candles, wine and red roses, there was still hope, it was still reminiscent of our first date.
Our first date was magical. Julie and I were in sync, immersed in her scent, passion and musk. She was spark. She was light. She was a firecracker. We were one and the same; same interests, same hobbies, same curiosities. We made pizzas together flipping the dough every which way and throwing …show more content…
The thunder churned more violent than ever. Julie was gone; however, her scent swirled from the bedroom. Crying, she was on the floor packing her suitcase.
‘I’m so fucking done Ben. You’re a man-child, immature and selfish. I try continually to make this relationship work. I organise dates, I go with you to see your family and I actually try to make conversations with you. What have you done for me over the past six months? Organise this one petty date and avoided my family like a plague.’ she boiled.
‘That is fuckin’ unfair Julie. You know I hate your parents, they have a foot stuck up their arse twenty-four seven.’ I said in rage.
‘They are better than your family who are bunch of sadist and chauvinistic pigs! Always drunk and on the dole. You better be careful Ben because in five years you’ll be just like those lazy fucks. Hell, you’re showing signs of it now: coming to work hungover, sleeping on the job, not doing any work and lack of interest in anything regarding work. But oh wait, who has to pick up all the pieces? ME! You complain about how I don’t pay you any attention but I have to do the fuckin’ work of two people in both our work and private relationships.’ she thundered.
Her words were like razors, slicing and tearing at my
Our first date was magical. Julie and I were in sync, immersed in her scent, passion and musk. She was spark. She was light. She was a firecracker. We were one and the same; same interests, same hobbies, same curiosities. We made pizzas together flipping the dough every which way and throwing …show more content…
The thunder churned more violent than ever. Julie was gone; however, her scent swirled from the bedroom. Crying, she was on the floor packing her suitcase.
‘I’m so fucking done Ben. You’re a man-child, immature and selfish. I try continually to make this relationship work. I organise dates, I go with you to see your family and I actually try to make conversations with you. What have you done for me over the past six months? Organise this one petty date and avoided my family like a plague.’ she boiled.
‘That is fuckin’ unfair Julie. You know I hate your parents, they have a foot stuck up their arse twenty-four seven.’ I said in rage.
‘They are better than your family who are bunch of sadist and chauvinistic pigs! Always drunk and on the dole. You better be careful Ben because in five years you’ll be just like those lazy fucks. Hell, you’re showing signs of it now: coming to work hungover, sleeping on the job, not doing any work and lack of interest in anything regarding work. But oh wait, who has to pick up all the pieces? ME! You complain about how I don’t pay you any attention but I have to do the fuckin’ work of two people in both our work and private relationships.’ she thundered.
Her words were like razors, slicing and tearing at my