Finding My Way

Girls Day = Therapy

It's been two weeks since the day I moved in with Chase and he's driving me absolutely crazy. I got him to let me use makeup, but it's minimal at best. Basically only lipstick and mascara.
He keeps telling me how beautiful he thinks I am without it and all this romantic crap.
It started with small, subtle comments. Now, it's rants about how I shouldn't wear makeup and getting his parents to agree. He literally doesn't leave me alone about it.
I swear, he's driving me insane.
"Babe, you don't need that," he says behind me and I meet his gaze in the mirror, continuing to apply lipstick.
I sigh, capping the lipstick once I'm done, "Chase, I'm not going over this with you again." I fight the urge to roll my eyes at his expression. It's a mixture of affection and irritation that I won't just listen to him.
I know he's just trying to be sweet and everything, but the sickeningly sweet act is starting to lose it's cuteness. It's like now that I'm out of the so-called toxic (his words, not mine) lifestyle, he feels the need to shower me with complements on my natural appearance every second of every day. To say the least, he was really getting on my nerves.
"What are you and Gwen doing today?" He asks.
"I don't know," I shrug, turning towards him. "Shopping, Starbucks, the usual girly stuff."
"But I take you shopping," he pouts.
"I know," I say gently while thinking, thank god Gwen and I are having a girls day.

***

"Hey girl!" Gwen chirps as soon as I get into her car.
"Hey," I smile after buckling my seat belt.
"So how are things," she starts but I cut her off by shushing her.
Once we get far enough away that I don't think he can use his vamp hearing to hear us, I say, "okay, what we're you going to say?"
She laughs nervously, "so how are things with lover boy?"
I throw my head back against the headrest and groan, "he's making me crazy!"
She laughs at my response, "that bad?"
"You have no idea," I sigh. "You don't need that, babe, you look so much better without that crap, you don't have to wear makeup," I imitate him, naming a few of the phrases he's always saying to me.
"Aw, that's cute," she gushes.
I give her a bored look and deadpan, "not when you hear it every waking moment."
"Why don't you just tell him? Maybe he'll stop."
"I've told him that we're not discussing it and I'm wearing makeup because I want to and he just doesn't stop with the nagging."
I stop and think about how that sounds and groan, "ugh, I sound like the worst girlfriend ever. Any girl would kill to have someone like him." I think about all the tweets and comments saying Chase deserves someone better, that he can do so much better than me.
"Hey, don't do that," Gwen says, snapping me back to reality. "Don't believe what those asshats have to say about your relationship. They're not right and they shouldn't have any say in the matter."
I sigh, "maybe you're right."
"Just because a few people agree on something doesn't make it right or true."
"It's more than a few. Maybe a few hundred, I don't know." I shrug helplessly, "I stopped counting a long time ago."
"You need to talk to Chase about it, and the whole makeup thing. Maybe some social media detox would be good for the both of you."