9th January, 2018
"We need to talk about brunch sometime, Drew."
Soph's been bugging me about this since Sunday. Which is not that long. Two days. But if you count it in hours...its 48 hours of endless "we need to talk about our feelings, Drew". What the hell am I supposed to talk about? About how I'm not sure my fiancé even loves me anymore? About how I'm scared an absolute excuse of a man is going to steal her away from me? About how there are days I can't even tolerate the woman and actually look forward to showing up at my dead end job? Lucky for her, I do none of that.
"I have work, Soph."
"After work, then?"
"Fine."
"I'll make a chicken casserole for you."
"I might be back late."
Soph looks at me with this funny look in her eyes. I don't quite know what it is until she actually opens her mouth. "I am actually trying here, Drew."
Okay, this is my breaking point. I tried to hold it in. She's brought this on herself. "Well, speaking of trying. Did you actually have to try kissing Roman or did your mouth just magically find its way onto his?"
I'm expecting her to launch into a monologue about how I'm such an ass for accusing her of something so heinous, for not trusting her, for not believing her when she's told me numerous times over the years that she has no feelings for Roman. She doesn't do any of that.
"Avery told you, huh?"
"Oh for Christ's sake, that's all you have to say?"
"Drew, honey, those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones."
"We had that conversation already, Sophia. You have got to let that go."
"You have got to let Roman go."
I sigh. "Truce?"
"Truce."
"See you at dinner."
"I've got that class tonight. The one for extra credit."
"But you just...never mind. See you later."
"Yeah."
I cannot believe what we've come to. We're actually trading mistakes to stay sane. Not exactly the compromise I was expecting would come along with a relationship.
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