s t a g e f i v e : t o l e r a n c e

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I was in the kitchen washing my hands because I ate my chicken nuggets. I thought about our relationship.

When we got to this stage, I couldn't believe it, and I was pretty disappointed. Somehow, the girl I was so crazy about, a year ago, had turned into just someone who wasn't that special anymore. It happened so gradually that I didn't even see it coming. But there we were, tolerating each other.

She came into the kitchen.

"Oh my gosh." she muttered, "Don't even ask me about my day."

"Okay."

"So my co-workers are trying to get me to quit." she told me about her day anyway.

I nodded to make it seem like I'm listening. I could see at the corner in my eyes she looks annoyed.

"Where do you want to eat tonight?" she asked.

"Wherever you want to go." I told her not telling that I just ate.

"Can't you just decide? I asked you." she said.

"And I'm being flexible, you pick." I told her.

"Jeez, you're like a five year old! Always have to tell you what to do." she said leaving the kitchen and into the living room.

Normally I'll let that go, but I'm having a bad day too, so...

"What did you just say?" I asked.





Arguing is one thing, but feeling dissatisfied and unhappy with each other is another. We tried various times to make changes, fix things, like so many couples out there it wasn't enough. It became one ofthose relationship where it wasn't bad, but it wasn't great. And let me tell you, that's never a good way to describe a relationship.

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