Ali was screaming at me but I didn't know why, my head was pounding. Damnit, I shouldn't have drunk again. I still had the bottle of Jack in my hand and I lifted it to have a mouthful or two. I think I got one mouthful in before Ali ripped it from my grasp and threw it at the closest wall.
"What is wrong with you?!" she screamed at me, throwing her hands up in the air. She was always angry at me, I never knew why. There was never any grey for us. It was either love or anger, black or white. She was still yelling at me when I stood up and walked towards the door. She threw a book at me and it hit my back with a heavy thud. I turned and look at her. Tears were streaming down her angry red face, but I wasn't going to give in, not this time.
"What? What could you possibly want Ali?! What?" I yelled, picking up the book and hurling it into the fireplace. It was a copy of her favourite book and I knew by the look in her face that I had crossed the line. And I was glad.
"Leave," she said, all emotion suddenly gone from her face, "I said get the fuck out Jarred!" I couldn't even remember why we were arguing anymore, we just were.
"No." I stood my ground. She almost growled as she walked towards me. I had to stop myself from opening my arms and hugging her. I stood in front of me, trying to show me she was stronger than I thought she was, but her height was almost amusing. She wasn't even up to my shoulder anymore and I could feel a small laugh bubble up from under the surface of rage and alcohol. I couldn't stop it and before I knew it I was laughing. Full on laughing and for a split second she was confused.
"Get out Jarred, it's over. Take your shit and leave." She whispered, turning away from me and walking away. I knew she was hurt by my actions, and we both knew I did what I did to purposely hurt her. I had won, but why did it feel like I lost?
I walked out her door, deciding to leave my stuff. I had the money to buy new stuff, and everything of mine in that house was tainted with memories of her. And now that she wasn't mine, I didn't want to remember a single thing. So I walked out her door, got into my car and headed for the nearest bar. That day was the last time I saw my Ali for 3 years.
