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"I'm really not in the mood for this right now. You always wanna start some shit, when I'm getting ready to go." My boyfriend Keith said, putting his chains on.
He was getting ready to leave and have a boys night, but I wanted to spend some time with him.
"You always think it's an argument, but I'm just trying to talk to you. We haven't went out in weeks, but you always making time for your boys."
I feel like I'm begging for his attention, when I shouldn't even have to.
He'll literally drop everything to go play ball, or 2k, but when I wanna have a date night, it's excuses.
"You know I always have boys night planned, so what's the problem?"
"The problem is you blowing me off. You act like it's so fucking hard to take me out on date, but will break your neck to make plans with them."
"Fine! Tomorrow I'll take you out somewhere. We can do whatever you want. Is that good enough for you? Is that what you want?" He asked, looking at me as if he was annoyed.
Honestly, it pissed me off even more. What's the point in being with me, if you're gonna treat me like shit?
"No it's not. What I want is for my boyfriend to start acting like one, instead of being a piece of shit. Since you love spending time with your boys so much, have them suck your dick, for you. They probably already doing it anyway." I said, getting up and grabbing my keys.
I needed to get as far away from him as possible, before I end up in jail, for bearing his ass.
Making it to my car, I checked my backseat before getting in and locking the door.
As I was driving home, Keith kept blowing my phone up, but I had nothing left to say at the moment.
I'll pick up the phone when I'm good and ready.
Pulling at a stop light, I just sat there thinking.
I didn't really feel like going home tonight, especially since I would be alone.
I'm tired of feeling alone, when I have someone I'm supposed to be able to spend time with.
Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, that nagging thought in the back of my head, kept popping up.
Grabbing my phone, I went to my contacts, and hovered my thumb over that person that always pulled me out of my funk.
It had been a while since I used it, and I made a promise I wouldn't, but I couldn't help myself.
