“Get out, get out, get out. I am tired of this, out!” she says while pushing him out of the door, again…
It’s not the first time, it’s a break up to make up drill. Yet, he refuses to leave, this woman saved him from sinking deeper and deeper into sadness, she makes him relax and comfortable by cooking, cleaning, and washing his clothing, by hand!
The intercourse is awesome, and she adores him to the fullest, but it’s her apartment, not his, so she has the right to him out, due to lack of tender loving care, in return.
He has his own house, but her dwelling is more intriguing.
“Hurry and stop moving slow on purpose. Take all of your stuff home. I am tired of trying to make you friggin’ happy, and all you can do is sulk around worrying about lotto numbers, and God knows what else. What kind of man wouldn’t even want to eat breakfast? Nooo you’d rather smoke a cigarette. Leave now, please!” She yells while he purposely move slowly while giving her a puppy dog look.
She starts to gather his belongings and then throws them at him. “Hurry up and get out.” Tears are falling down his face, like rain. She sees it, and immediately feels remorseful, and angry.
“I want you to remember that I loved you, and tried with you. On our first few dates you had the same nasty attitude as now, nothing has change.” She says to him while pulling him close to her face.
The tears are forming in her eyes, wondering what is going on. What happened to her peaceful, single life. Everything is happening too fast. She slammed the door behind him and felt horrible.
Thirty minutes later, she goes out to dispose her garbage, when she look to right, the window in the hallway is broken. “Was it always broken?” she wondered and thought to herself, “If it was, then why is their shattered pieces of glass near by?” She shrugged and went back in her apartment, sad.
Knock, knock, knock! She jumped, startled, but immediately she figured it out, it was the estranged boyfriend she kicked out, again. Through the peep hole it’s him she sees appearing desperate. She unlocks the door, “Did you punch the glass?” She asked, but he didn’t reply, “Why did you break the glass?”. He looks down, no reply.
He enters and they look at each other for a few seconds. Instantly they start making love, it was honeymoon heat, kisses, moaning, holding, crying and whispers of I love you’s. After it was over, the both cuddled and thought in unity…
“This love relationship is a case of
(Real Anger Goes Everlasting).”