Ty
I woke up super early feeling good. Happy, nothing to be worried about. I had a good feeling today was gonna be a great day.
I went downstairs and started to clean up a little around the house. Jess needed a break, she's been worried about life. I thought helping out in the morning when I could would be a good idea.
After cleaning, I decided to make a pot of coffee and breakfast. I got the eggs out, prepared everything I wanted to make. I started cooking.
The sizzling of the eggs amplified, my eyes seemed to only focus on the pan. I had the sudden urge to stick my hand in it for the feeling.
The feeling.
I rushed over to the sink and splashed my face with water. I took a second, taking deep breaths. After that, I finished making breakfast.
Ben came downstairs, "Why're you wet?".
"That's the first thing you ask?" I smirked.
Ben laughed a little, "First thing I noticed besides you cooking for once".
"I thought I'd help Jess out, make breakfast, take care of getting the kids to school. Summer is rolling up here soon".
Ben nodded, "Yeah, doesn't explain why you're wet".
I looked at the empty pan, "I wanted to stick my hand in the pan".
"What?" Ben looked concerned.
"I'm just kidding," I smiled, "Needed a refresher".
Ben took a second as I started making plates, "Are you okay?".
"Yeah, why?".
"You're acting weird".
I handed him a plate, "Eat, big day ahead of you".
"Are you pissed off I'm going to the wedding?"
The wedding, the wedding, the wedding.
"Ty, seriously, the fuck is wrong with you?" Ben out the plate back down.
I couldn't answer. I didn't know what was happening.
"Ty, sit down" Ben pulled me over to the kitchen table.
I wasn't breathing. I felt tears start pouring down my face.
"Breathe buddy, just breathe" Ben rubbed my arm.
Jess came downstairs, "What happened?".
"Bring the kids some food," Ben looked at her, "We need a minute".
Jess grabbed some of the plates I made and went upstairs. I started crying, Ben then hugged me.
I was more focused on how fucking scary it was. One second I'm fine, the next I'm not. I was having such a good fucking day. Fuck.
I just wanna have a good day where everything doesn't suddenly go for shit.
"What's wrong?" Ben asked.
"There's something wrong with me," I cried, "I can't think straight".
"It's just because you're upset, alright? You don't have BPD".
"What?".
Ben took a second, "What?".
"Borderline personality disorder?".
"You don't have it".
"Who said I did?".
Ben sighed, "Mom had BPD, only Jess knew. She thinks... she thinks you have it. She thinks I'm depressed, and that you have BPD".
