BPOV
He was pissing me off so much right now!
He was looking for the swim shorts for the pool party, and he was messing up his whole bag for that!
It was right there... Right under that black t-shirt, but no... He wouldn't see it!
"I can't find my swim shorts." Finally he gave up and told me as he put his hands on his waist.
Yup, I knew you wouldn't find them!
"It's fucking right here." I said as I got them out, "Sometimes I do wonder if you have eyes or not!"
"Huh!" He said.
Yeah, 'huh'!
"Thanks." He said as he went to the bathroom.
Thanks?
Ugh! I so hated this guy!
He got out of the bathroom quickly and started looking for something in the bag again!
Sunscreen, I guess?
"It's right there on the table." I said.
"Oh!" He said, "Thanks."
"Can you stop being a drama queen?" I said, "You're pissing me off."
"I am pissing you off?" He said incredulously, "No, Ma'm! You are pissing me off. You are not interested in finding the solution for the problem. You just want to drag it forever! That's not how it's going to work!"
"Well, if you don't want to drag it, then find a solution on your own," I said.
"Because I won't be able to do anything on my own. I need your help." he said, "Bella... I know I fucked up. But why is it so difficult to move on?"
"For you it's just... you fucked up. For me it was... I got cheated on." I said as I folded my arms across my chest, "You betrayed me."
"Bella..." He sighed with frustration, "How can I...? You've no idea how much I regret it... And I am never ever going to forgive myself. Never. But you need to try... We need to find a solution... And I know you have every right to be mad at me... But I've begun to lose my patience... I'm getting frustrated..."
"Well, if you're getting frustrated," I said, "Then leave me. It's simple."
He glared at me.
"That's not going to happen," he said looking into my eyes, "I think I have made it clear. I'm never ever going to leave you."
"But you know what? If you don't want this, then feel free to leave." He said.
"I will." I said.
"Go ahead." He said.
"I will." I repeated.
"Go ahead." He repeated.
I was pretty sure we were having this same conversation for the millionth time now!