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Nightmares of Hope Segment 2/5: Feel The Feelings
*Dedicated to all the Relationships who love each other but fight every day!
*Deducated to all the Couples in love who don't Fight at all!
“Why do you always have to start with me?” I was fed up. The arguments had been so consistent and unnecessary for the last two weeks.
“I’m not starting with you. I’m just always tired of dealing with the same bullshit but with different problems.” My boyfriend always had an answer for everything, and that was a big problem too. “Why can’t we just get along like we used to?” The problem with my feelings and emotions were that they were off the wall with this kid. I was too sensitive for this. We’ve been together for almost five years and the hostility only got worse and worse as the trust issues became deeper and deeper. I didn’t cheat on him and I believe he stayed faithful to me as well, but our friends were always going back and telling us stuff to cause problems because they were jealous of our relationship. They always were. My hair was up in a messy bun and my eyes were a blotchy red from crying. He had his shirt off and a beat red face from yelling on and off.
“I just feel like you don’t care about me at all like you used to. When we are out with other people you act like I don’t exist, like I’m just some random girl on the street and that hurts. Yet when we are home I’m your one and only. It can’t work like that.” I grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe away another tear.
“Oh that’s right I forgot, you’re the perfect girlfriend who answers every phone call and text message on cue whenever you are out with your friends.” He shot back at me.
The house was quiet and awkward as we both sat in silence for a few minutes lost in our train of thought. The worst part was that it was Friday night. We were supposed to go out with a group of our closet clique to go bowling, but just as we were getting ready we got a phone call saying they didn’t want to deal with problems and we couldn’t hang out with them. The only confusing thing is that they were always the number one cause of our arguments, but yet they never wanted to get in the middle of it.
“This needs to stop!” I shouted throwing my hands over my head specifically for dramatic effects.
“It shouldn’t have even started,”
“You’re right. My love for you is way too strong to just throw way over this pettiness.” Was he serious? Did he think that was all this was, pettiness? We couldn’t let people get the best of our relationship, but at the same time life would always surround us with battles and obstacles of life. Nothing is ever easy and when we both seen the pointless conversation going nowhere, without even having to say anything we felt the argument was over.
“I’m sorry. I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love appreciate, or respect you when we are outside of the house. Don’t even believe that I don’t pay attention to you, or glance at your beauty from the corner of my eye. You are my heart and soul.” His words caused tears to start forming all over again, but I welcomed them with happiness.
“I’m sorry also. If ever you think I’m ignoring your phone calls or not responding to your text messages in time it’s not because I’m ignoring you nor doing it on purpose. I will try to be more alert. You mean everything to me.” He moved closer to me on the couch and I cuddled up next to him under his arms. It felt perfect.
*Deducated to all the Couples in love who don't Fight at all!
“Why do you always have to start with me?” I was fed up. The arguments had been so consistent and unnecessary for the last two weeks.
“I’m not starting with you. I’m just always tired of dealing with the same bullshit but with different problems.” My boyfriend always had an answer for everything, and that was a big problem too. “Why can’t we just get along like we used to?” The problem with my feelings and emotions were that they were off the wall with this kid. I was too sensitive for this. We’ve been together for almost five years and the hostility only got worse and worse as the trust issues became deeper and deeper. I didn’t cheat on him and I believe he stayed faithful to me as well, but our friends were always going back and telling us stuff to cause problems because they were jealous of our relationship. They always were. My hair was up in a messy bun and my eyes were a blotchy red from crying. He had his shirt off and a beat red face from yelling on and off.
“I just feel like you don’t care about me at all like you used to. When we are out with other people you act like I don’t exist, like I’m just some random girl on the street and that hurts. Yet when we are home I’m your one and only. It can’t work like that.” I grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe away another tear.
“Oh that’s right I forgot, you’re the perfect girlfriend who answers every phone call and text message on cue whenever you are out with your friends.” He shot back at me.
The house was quiet and awkward as we both sat in silence for a few minutes lost in our train of thought. The worst part was that it was Friday night. We were supposed to go out with a group of our closet clique to go bowling, but just as we were getting ready we got a phone call saying they didn’t want to deal with problems and we couldn’t hang out with them. The only confusing thing is that they were always the number one cause of our arguments, but yet they never wanted to get in the middle of it.
“This needs to stop!” I shouted throwing my hands over my head specifically for dramatic effects.
“It shouldn’t have even started,”
“You’re right. My love for you is way too strong to just throw way over this pettiness.” Was he serious? Did he think that was all this was, pettiness? We couldn’t let people get the best of our relationship, but at the same time life would always surround us with battles and obstacles of life. Nothing is ever easy and when we both seen the pointless conversation going nowhere, without even having to say anything we felt the argument was over.
“I’m sorry. I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love appreciate, or respect you when we are outside of the house. Don’t even believe that I don’t pay attention to you, or glance at your beauty from the corner of my eye. You are my heart and soul.” His words caused tears to start forming all over again, but I welcomed them with happiness.
“I’m sorry also. If ever you think I’m ignoring your phone calls or not responding to your text messages in time it’s not because I’m ignoring you nor doing it on purpose. I will try to be more alert. You mean everything to me.” He moved closer to me on the couch and I cuddled up next to him under his arms. It felt perfect.
