- Are you stressed out ? asks me Britt, my girlfriend
- Not really... i answer vaguely
- You sure ?
I take a big fat breath, showing that she is getting on my nerve.
- Yes Britt, I am sure, I am not stressed I am figuring out that we are late.
- If you took your meds without arguing things would have been easier and we would have been on time..
She tells me that with an ironic voice just to put me down..
What a bitch.
- Oh fuck off. Okay ? Just fuck off. i say pissed
There is a silent but then she says :
- Sorry, no need to be rude.
Seriously ?
- Rude ? Britt can you even hear you talking ? You know that sometimes I dont want to take my meds, it is not my fault.
She takes a deep breath.
- I know, sorry.
- okay. I say, I know she doesn't really mean it she just doesn't want me to yell at her
- Sander, look at me please.
I roll my eyes and look at her.
- I mean it, okay ?
- If you say so.
- No seriously Sander ! I am telling you, I mean it.
- Yeah like when you say that you are my girlfriend while you are acting like my mom by constantly checking me out?
There is a silence.
- We're late, we better hurry. I finally say before walking faster so I don't have to face her.