Broken bottles & hearts-When you get angry at your drunk boyfriend.
It’s the same routine every morning - doesn’t matter if you were opening your eyes after a brief two-three hour sleep or you haven’t had any shuteye all night - you just lay here in this bed and wait, dreading the pain that might arise out of nowhere.
Problems filled your life lately and the headache inside of your head was too much to handle because of him.
It's been one month- one month since he started drinking every night at home, leaving your apartment smelling with the disgusting alcohol.
You heard a shattered glass coming from downstairs- it was him again.
"can you stop making the mess Jay?” you huffed, broken bottles of beer were laying on the ground like a piece of undesirable art. You hated the situation.
it wasn’t until recently he began acting like this. something was different about him.
"What the fuck do you want now?" Jay muttered blutchung his beer in his hands.
Eyes red and puffy- you didn't understand him anymore.
“So I should be pleased that I’m getting the same treatment from you as everyone else? Cause I’m the same as everyone else?“ you stop for a moment to settle the increasing need to sob, “ we are living in the same house together Jay- you should take responsibility."
He ignored you and went to grab the next beer.
He's about five or six beers in now - including the ones he knocked back before you came down - and still has the damn twelve pack by his desk, ready to be emptied by a few more bottles.
you had almost forgotten that he was in a drunken state. He was barely paying you any mind which made you roll your eyes. “Jay!” you said, louder, hoping it’d get his attention.
it didn’t.
Jay stood up and started heading upstairs- he even passed you without acknowledging you.
"What the fuck Jay- why are ignoring me?"
You followed him in the bathroom as you watched him put his beer on the sink before he started to wash his hands.
“you should know that you are more annnoyung than the babies- the fuck you are watching my back as you were my mother!.”
his words stung and you could admit. “You are not the same person Jay!" you spat.
Jay walked to your bed- the bed that you were cuddled up in just a few days before.
“just shut the hell up. I don't want to deal with you.”
“sad to break it to you mister- you can't."
“I can't? My bad for not wanting to listen to you bitch. It's enough to give me a headache.
“Now you are talking about a headache? Can't you think that the headache is coming from drinking too much?" You yelled at the top of your lungs.
“why the hell are you like this?!”
“I don't fucking know- anymore. Maybe because you are so impossible to deal with? Or just maybe beaches? I can't deal with you in this house anymore?" you instantly remembered the first time he asked you on a date.
he was so nervous that you actually did more of the talking than him.
“Then leave! it would make my life so much fucking easier!” That was enough to make your heart shatter. so much that it made you stop and look at him.
Instantly you broke into tears- they started to lay down on your cheeks like rain- a paintful rain; and all you get was not giving a fuck about you, he was too drunk to care.
“fuck you, asshole.”
you muttered but it was definitely loud enough for him to hear. you grabbed your keys and walked out the room quickly, eventually making it out of the apartment.
He became toxic- no attention needed, no love to share and no care.
You hated every piece of it.
Being ignored everytime you want to share your opinion, or when you just want to advise him. You just want the best for him.
But the fact that he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning only made it hurt worse.
You just need to leave this toxic relationship.
Broken bottles and hearts what you left.