Those hurtful words that spill out of my mouth are like a flood; they pour out and drown you in pain. But you fire more back at me, so I share the hurt. After every fight, you would leave for a little, and come back, we would apologize and and it would all be fine. Until the worst fight of all. Every insult thrown my way only pumped more adrenaline into my veins.
"I WAS WITH STAN, OKAY?!"
"WHAT? BANGING HIM YOU LITTLE JEW WHORE?" The small flicker of pain that your emerald eyes made me hesitate.
"I'M THE WHORE?" You scoff.
"YOU'RE THE ONE FUCKING BUTTERS BEHIND MY BACK YOU FAT HYPOCRITE!" But I wasn't. We both knew it, just like we both knew you weren't hooking up with Stan. Each lie only pushing us both to the edge.
"WELL HE'S BETTER IN BED THEN YOU!" As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted saying them. Because at that moment you doubted me. It was like I had admitted to being unfaithful to you. Your eyes filled with tears, and you grabbed your orange jacket and ran out the door. What you were once sure of, was proven wrong. Now I can only cry into your ushanka hat and hope you don't leave for good this time.
