They say when the honeymoon period is over you start to really learn what type of person your truly dating is like.
Emily was like hot air on a summer's day.
I was like cold air on a winter's day.
Our love was mismatched bless.
Two years.
That's how long it took us.
Our second anniversary was out in public. We were working through our things.
Emily wasn't getting any younger. I was getting older.
She was still sold on her dreams of being a wife and mother. I was still sold on my dreams of anti-marriage and childless.
Two years.
Emily suggested we go to therapy. Why? We were fine.
Who was I kidding? We weren't fine.
We couldn't even talk to each other privately without it turning into a screaming match, yet in public we were the dream couple.
In private, I had gotten used to sleeping on the couch...HER couch. You'd think by now I'd be allowed to have my own piece of furniture especially if I was spending more time on it than her. In public, I continued to act like her and I had the perfect bedroom habits.
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Reasons Why We Broke Up
RomantikThe writer of this story breaks down reasons why they believe their relationship with Emily; a cater, broke down. The writer goes through a journey of understanding that love is a two-sided conversation. A/N: Chapter 22 is done that way for a purpo...
