June 10th I Hate You

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After spending the whole day in bed relaxing with Brad, I decided that we should probably go downstairs. Of course he tried to make me stay for another movie, but I convinced him.

When we got downstairs, my dad and Becky were on the couch having a serious make out session. I quickly covered my eyes and started walking back upstairs. Brad quickly grab me by the waist, making me stay.

"Uhhhhggghummmm. Will you guys quit eating each others face and pay attention to us?!?!?"

They both quickly pulled apart and straightened out there clothes.

"Brittany, what are you doing here? I thought you would be at school?"

"I texted you last night telling you that I got sick and wasn't going to school today."

"Oh. Well, I guess Becky and I should probably get to sleep. I love you and will see you in the morning."

He planted a kiss on my forehead and grabbed Becky's hand dragging her upstairs.

Brad and I quickly got some food that was actually of substance- aka left over Chinese take out- and made our way back upstairs.
After eating plate of food that was at least 2 times smaller than Brad's and about 10 minutes of silence, I finally had to break the ice: "Why have you been getting so mad so easily lately? I mean, I get that I did bail on you and-"
"You don't get it do you? You've never gotten it? Ever since you started dating your stupid-ass boyfriend, you have become completely blind to everything other than you and your lovey dovey bullshit. Well, I'm tired of it and I know you may think I have no clue what it's like to be in a relationship so I don't have any right saying this, but obviously you don't have a clue what it's like being forgotten."
After this burst from Brad I just kinda sat there contemplating what to say next. I mean, I guess I did kinda forget about him, but in the beginning I told him that he could always confront me about this. I guess I should be a little upset, but I'm angry.
" Leave. Just leave. I told you in the beginning that if you were feeling forgotten you could always confront me about it. It's not my fault you bottles it all up and then want to act like a dick when I was willing to listen. So, because you want to do this Brad, this bullshit, you can leave."
For a couple of moments we just sat there looking at each other until he spoke up. "You are a bitch and I hate you." He then proceeded to flip me off and walk right out my door.
I may have felt guilty at another time, but right now all I could feel was hurt. I immediately started crying just letting all of the stress leave me. I don't know why, but I felt a sense of relief knowing that I wouldn't be talking to Brad for a while.
The last thing I remember was my head hitting the pillow as sleep overtook my body.

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