"You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"

"Of course not! Max, why don't you trust me? What have I ever done to make you think so little of me?"

Max Fiedler and I have been together for over a year, and I'm crazy in love with him, but he is a very jealous person, and for some reason, doesn't trust me. I trust him with my whole life. He is an air traffic controller and I work at Saks Department Store. On occasion, I have lunch or dinner with salesmen. Max, for some reason, believes that I am cheating on him with these men. One in particular. His name is Barry, and he's just a friend. Barry knows I don't have those kinds of feelings for him, that my heart is with Max, and always has been. Even Max's ex-wife, Lorraine, who I happen to be good friends with, knows how much I love him. Max is still friends with Lorraine, and they ending of their marriage was amicable. They both realized that they weren't as in love as they thought. They had more of a brother-sister type of relationship.

Lorraine was the one to introduce me to Max in the first place. Max and I have been fighting for weeks. It's like a day can't go by without an argument starting up. This one was really bad, however. In a fit of rage, Max picked up a Monopoly board and threw it across the room. We were playing it when he started questioning me about why I was so late getting home. I told him I had to have dinner with Barry to talk over some things, and I thought I told him. I didn't. I apologized, and I thought I told him. He then accused me of cheating and threw the Monopoly board. Max then said he was sleeping on the sofa.

Tears in my eyes, I went to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. We didn't say anything the next morning as we got ready for work. Not even bye. Max left before I did. He always left a half an hour early before I did. Once he left, I made myself a cup of coffee, and wiped at my eyes. I sit down on the couch, and looked over at my cat who purred when I scratched her behind the ears.

I loved Max, but I couldn't take this anymore. I couldn't be with somebody who didn't trust me. I am the last person in the world to break Max's heart, and for some reason, he doesn't believe me. Making my decision, I dump my coffee in the kitchen sink, and decide to pack. My old apartment hasn't been rented to anyone else yet, and I was allowed to come back if I wanted to. Some of my furniture was still there. It was only a few blocks from this building.

I know Max is going to be hurt when he gets home, and I'm sorry about that, but I just can't take living like this anymore.

My phone won't be hooked back up for a while, so I'll call him and leave a message while I'm at work.

Max Fiedler is the love of my life, and I wish I knew what I did to get him to not trust me.

TBC

NOTE: I know there's no Modern Problem fics up, but I hope there will be some in the future. Happy reading! :)