The sky was never more blue on no afternoon in particular while Jacob and I were arguing for the umpteenth time about our future plans in his mostly lime green 1995 Eagle Talon. There was a slight breeze and the smell of grass freshly cut by people who gave a shit about their yards only halfway distracted me from the nagging tone of my boyfriends voice.
"Great job, thanks for starting a fight. You know if I wanted....." I turned up the stereo and drowned his words in a sea of whatever Pandora thought I was in the mood to hear. Eventually he stopped talking. But only for a minute.
"Who is this?" He asked. It was this little game he had been playing with me for years now. A song would come on the radio or his iPod, and he would ask me who it was so he could make fun of me when i did not. it was a thing he did when he needed to feel superior to me and smarter than me.
"Its the Foo Fighters," I answered. It was Nirvana.
"No, its Nirvana, but nice try."
Why lower his self esteem?
