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I am sitting in my car with my dog, 5 miles away from what I thought was my home.

I won’t go into depth, but simply subject matter. Every time I have ever tried to help with my girlfriend in a kitchen it was strictly what she wanted and how she wanted it done.

I respected the space today, it’s been three years. I offered to help but became hesitant that it would start an argument. She’s making a cake for her boys. Today is one of the only days I have had free and i left the kitchen and went upstairs why she did it.

I didn’t hear her ask for my help again, and it was silent. I figured she was in her zone and doing what she does. She had recipes set aside and she’s not one to waver any creativity from them.

20 minutes later she busted into our room and said, “fuck you, leave.” And I was obviously confused. And she said that she was balancing cake pans on her legs because I wasn’t there to help her. Meanwhile her kids are home hearing her scream at me for not helping her.

She told me to get my shit and leave and so I did. I haven’t heard from her, but I don’t want to go to my moms home because just like in the past she will text or call apologizing or wanting me back home and my father died less than a year ago suddenly. My mom has had enough stress of losing her best friend 41 years that I don’t want to stress her by this sudden out burst.

Am I wrong? And if I am wrong what do I do? And if I am not, how do I walk away?

I thought I was avoiding an argument but I feel like I created one. Everyday I am messing up by thinking I am avoiding a mess up. And I don’t know what to do.

TLDR: I thought I was avoiding a event and created one instead.



Submitted April 09, 2021 at 06:06PM by emilyrebekah https://ift.tt/3fXVnVJ
I am sitting in my car with my dog, 5 miles away from what I thought was my home. I am sitting in my car with my dog, 5 miles away from what I thought was my home. Reviewed by KING SAMUEL on April 10, 2021 Rating: 5

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