The Story of Us

Nineteen

The rest of that weekend feels like a blur. Sunday, September 3rd. I worked at Disney then had a cast preview of oogie boogie bash. I told him about it, I know I did because I wouldn't be getting home until nearly 2 AM. The following day I went to Disneyland with my mom and niece. We managed to stay in the parks pretty late, leaving around 10pm so I didn't get home until 11 or midnight. However, while I was at Disneyland, I saw a reel on Instagram that I felt I had to send him. The video reads "I want to work on myself with you by my side and I want you to work on yourself with me by your side. Life ain't easy, let's do this together". I was messaging him on Snapchat the whole day and it felt like we were going back to the way things used to be. I was so happy, I couldn't help but smile.

The next day, September 5th.

I woke up at 7am to hear the dog walking around. I texted Stephen to see if he was home or what had happened. Stephen replied saying "go recage him, he must have gotten out". When I went into the living room to recage him, I found Penzo in the kitchen, doing I have no clue what. Slightly annoyed he let the dog out and wasn't watching him, I decided to go back to bed for a few hours before I had to be up for work at Disney.

I woke up around noon, and for some reason decided to... do some private things if you catch my drift. I was going to take a shower and get ready for my shift once I was done. However, my time was cut short when the bedroom door banged open. I quickly turned off my device as Axel came jumping onto the bed. I looked up in shock at Stephen, who ignored me and went to put on more deodorant. When I told him he had scared me, he mumbled an apology and left the room, taking Axel with him. I went to get into the shower and received a message on Snapchat from him saying we need to talk. I told him what time I would be home from Disney and he agreed. It felt like someone had set my body on fire. What was there to talk about? He had barged in on me in at very vulnerable time and now was saying we need to talk? I went to work filled with anxiety.

I got home at 11pm. Stephen was asleep on the couch, the dog running around. I went to our room, changed my clothes, came back to the kitchen and grabbed water for me and Axel. I walked over to Stephen. I asked if he was really asleep, no response. I called his name multiple times, he opened his eyes, looked at me, then rubbed a hand down his face and closed his eyes again. That is the same thing my mom did when I found her passed out from a brain aneurysm that burst. Triggered, and slightly annoyed, I told him I was heading to the room. He didn't respond. I guess he didn't want to talk to me that badly.