Hate

Conflict after the confession.

"I hate you!" she yelled at me.

"Understandable…" I said.

"Oh quit that s**t. You don’t understand me!"

"Well, I do, I just choose not to-"

"Do you dare finish that thought! I know I’m not going to like it."

"Oh so now you understand me?"

"Yes!" she said while grabbing her coat.

"Interesting."

"Interesting? Is it interesting now? As interesting as your…personal intrigues?"

"Apples to oranges."

"Screw you!" she screamed with her hand on the door knob. "Do I mean nothing to you?"

"No. No, you mean something to me."

"Something." she faked laughter before saying, "I can’t believe you. You thought I’d be okay with you cheating on me."

"Mm, I thought you would understand."

"I do understand. I wish I didn’t, but I do. You have your needs that have to me met and it’s ALL about you, isn’t it? Am I understanding correctly? You don’t want to dealing with anything if it doesn’t benefit you in some way."

"I mean, yes. While the marginal revenue is greater than the marginal cost."

She stared at me, with her mouth gaping open. “You are so full of yourself!”

"I’d hope that I’m full of myself."

"Oh ya, and you are fine with that girl being filled with you too!"

"Touche."

"I’m out of here."

"See you in the morning."

"Noon."

At that point, I realized the main thing that made this relationship different. We were inseparable, whether we liked it or not. Sure, we might go be with other people and use them to take out our revenge on each other, but we were still too invested in each other to stop.