Fighting with Jamie became a normal thing. Everything suddenly ticked him off. He came home from a road trip and since, has been acting weird.
He would always pick on something I did. Every couple fights, but Its easy to notice this isn't healthy.
I walked in the door and put my bag on the side table. " J ?" I shouted. No response. " Babe?!" I screamed a bit louder. " WHAT? What could you possibly want?!" He yelled at me. I turned to come face-to-face with an angry Jamie. " I uh-um wanted to know if you we're uh- home". I swallowed hard. " Well I'm obviously home.. I mean. You are talking to me right now..." He snapped. " yeah" I mumbled, walking into the kitchen.
I ended up cooking for Jamie and I, which I ended up eating alone at the table. I sat wondering what I had done to make him so angry. My thoughts we're taken away by the sound of a slamming fridge. " Stop! You're going to break the fridge!" I yelled hearing smashes from the inside. " Why do I care ? " he yelled. " can you please stop being so loud. I have a really bad headache." I begged having the worst migraine.
" Can you stop being a slut ? Guess we both can't stop. " he said sassily. " what in the hell are you talking about " I said taken back. " I know what you did last week.. You we're sleeping with other guys!" He shouted. Not just hurting your head but your heart as well. " that's the complete opposite of what I was doing !" I said taken back. " yeah? What we're you doing then!" He asked.
" You really wanna know? " I asked putting my head down. " I knew-" " I was figuring out a way to say I've been pregnant with your baby for 3 weeks. " I cut him off. " Y/N, babe. I'm so sorry" he said with tear filled eyes. " save it " a tear fell down my cheek.
I left just like that. Never looking back.
