First story! Please read, rate & reponse! I know it's not that good, but thanks!
"Maureen, why do you always pull shit like this?" I said. We had just got back to the apartment from one of the few nights Maureen convinced me to go to the Clit Club with her. Of course, the minute I go to the bathroom, she finds someone to make out with.
"Joanne she looked exactly like you" Maureen pleaded with me.
"How did a tan, blonde woman look like me? God Maureen, you are so wasted. Why do you always, when I leave for one minute, have to find someone to flirt, and God forbid, make out with some?" I was so whipped up with anger that I didn't care what I said. Maybe if I said something it could finally get through to her little, blank head.
"I'm sorry Pookie, it was a mistake." Of course, making out with someone was an accident.
"Maureen, you cannot look me in the eye and say 'making out with someone was a mistake'. It's not. I've had it up to here with your shit! God, you are such a whore!"
There. I let my anger take over. It is one of the few traits I hated to get from my parents. At the time I didn't realize it though.
"Really Joanne? A whore? In high school, it was one thing for guys to call me that, but the one person I really care about calling me a whore? That's it. You always break up with me, but this time, I'm leaving. Good bye and don't even think about following me, Joanne Jefferson."
And with that, she threw the engagement ring I gave her on the floor and slammed the door. I didn't care though; I didn't even bother picking up the ring. I mean, she'd be back in bed in the morning and we'd be back to normal. Right?
