Her version:
I hate him. I can’t believe he lied.
It went from great to bad -he was jumping between moods. Everything was going so well, how low could one person possibly stoop?
If he was unhappy, he should have told me, not go around looking so miserable.
It’s been coming on for the past few days, he seems tense. Every time I would ask him what’s wrong, he would say, “Nah, babe, it's nothing, just general stress.”
I’m left wondering what I did wrong, my efforts to connect keeps getting cut off.
His words are like a scissor, his tongue is like a knife, lashing fire at me, I don’t think that’s how you’d treat your future wife.
He came home late last night, smelling of smoke and whiskey. He isn’t even a drinker, and every word I think of saying might end up being risky.
So I leave it alone, as we lay next to each other, but it feels like we are in different time zones.
His phone rings while he is asleep, followed by a beep, “Tomorrow, same time. I know another spot, but it won’t be as cheap.” My heart drops as I try to get the image out my head. He’s a liar. A cheater. A creep. I should do it now. Choke the life out of him while he is still asleep.
Screaming! Crying! My mind is in a race, I’ll wait for him to wake up. I have to act calm, I have to put on my poker face.
His version:
I can’t believe she hates me. I didn’t mean to lie.
I’ve just been under pressure the last couple of days, my work was on the line.
I admit I was looking a bit down, but I would never do anything to make her frown.
She is my world, she’s the best. I think she might sense that something was wrong, so when she asked me, I said ““Nah, babe, it's nothing, just general stress.”
I might have been too hard when she wanted to talk the other night. But my mind was filled with thoughts of how I was going to keep my job and continue to treat her right.
I got a second job at a bar close to our place. I told her I had a late night meeting, it killed me to have to lie to her – I couldn’t do it with a straight face.
Even though it wasn’t honest, I don’t want her to worry about a thing. When I woke up today, I saw her looking puffy eyed, with my phone in her hands. I wonder what she saw; if my high school friend whose father owns a jewelry shop has some good deals on wedding rings.
My mind is in a race. This is the woman of my dreams and I want to propose – it was supposed to be a surprise, I guess I handled it wrong. So for the sake of my relationship and my future goals – I’m getting down on one knee. Here goes…
ML,
I hate him. I can’t believe he lied.
It went from great to bad -he was jumping between moods. Everything was going so well, how low could one person possibly stoop?
If he was unhappy, he should have told me, not go around looking so miserable.
It’s been coming on for the past few days, he seems tense. Every time I would ask him what’s wrong, he would say, “Nah, babe, it's nothing, just general stress.”
I’m left wondering what I did wrong, my efforts to connect keeps getting cut off.
His words are like a scissor, his tongue is like a knife, lashing fire at me, I don’t think that’s how you’d treat your future wife.
He came home late last night, smelling of smoke and whiskey. He isn’t even a drinker, and every word I think of saying might end up being risky.
So I leave it alone, as we lay next to each other, but it feels like we are in different time zones.
His phone rings while he is asleep, followed by a beep, “Tomorrow, same time. I know another spot, but it won’t be as cheap.” My heart drops as I try to get the image out my head. He’s a liar. A cheater. A creep. I should do it now. Choke the life out of him while he is still asleep.
Screaming! Crying! My mind is in a race, I’ll wait for him to wake up. I have to act calm, I have to put on my poker face.
His version:
I can’t believe she hates me. I didn’t mean to lie.
I’ve just been under pressure the last couple of days, my work was on the line.
I admit I was looking a bit down, but I would never do anything to make her frown.
She is my world, she’s the best. I think she might sense that something was wrong, so when she asked me, I said ““Nah, babe, it's nothing, just general stress.”
I might have been too hard when she wanted to talk the other night. But my mind was filled with thoughts of how I was going to keep my job and continue to treat her right.
I got a second job at a bar close to our place. I told her I had a late night meeting, it killed me to have to lie to her – I couldn’t do it with a straight face.
Even though it wasn’t honest, I don’t want her to worry about a thing. When I woke up today, I saw her looking puffy eyed, with my phone in her hands. I wonder what she saw; if my high school friend whose father owns a jewelry shop has some good deals on wedding rings.
My mind is in a race. This is the woman of my dreams and I want to propose – it was supposed to be a surprise, I guess I handled it wrong. So for the sake of my relationship and my future goals – I’m getting down on one knee. Here goes…
ML,