Fuck You Gallagher

This is the start of a long story.

I'm laying in bed next to my boyfriend, feeling self conscious and insecure about my relationship, two adjectives I never thought I'd fucking use.

The alarm clock flashes to show it's 3 am, I  can see ians chest moving up and down with each breath that he takes, I  want to hold him, wrap my arm around him for fuck sake but Ian shrugged me off violently earlier
"warm, mick" Ian says almost hitting me with his elbow

Usually I  wouldn't think much of it, "maybe ians meds are unbalanced" I'd  think to myself
"maybe he's just not in the mood today" id would usually say, but this....this was different, Ian didn't look at me the way he used to, or hold me, sex wasn't great either maybe once every two weeks for 10 minutes.

Another thing i has noticed is the way Ian looks at other guys, In
the store, the gym, the fuckin street even, makes me want to lock a fucking  chastity belt around his slim jim. "Ian has come home late a few times...."
I thought to myself, my stomach dropping thinking about it.

Ian stirs, gets up and goes to the bathroom he gave me a glance before he closes the door so Ian knows im awake,hes just ignoring me, again.

I can't take it anymore this has been going on months, 2 or 3 months of Ian acting like a chick and treating me like I'm a piece of furniture, imma  say something now

"yo Ian" my stupid voice croaks a bit
"what" Ian says gruff "takin a leak"
"you taking your meds" I say like I'm his keeper.
Ian comes back in and lays down facing the wall "yeah"
"why you actin like a girl for then" a little harsher than intended
Ian sighs "fuck off mick"
Im losing my patience with this ginger shit
"Ian talk to me what's up" I plead, I sound like a pussy but I genuinely want to know what's wrong with my boyfriend

My heart aches a little.
Me and Ian have been there for eachother for years, some more than others but I'm not salty.
I know something is wrong, a tiny piece of me knows he doesn't want me but the rest of me doesn't give a fuck.

I stare at his back, the side of his ribs slowly rise and fall and  I become entranced just looking at his body functioning, after a solid 6 minutes of staring at his body doing its job, breathing I speak up again.

"Ian."

This is the start of a long story...

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