Me and Jerome Valeska were dating for about 6 months now. At first he would take me places and we would have fun. Now he only likes to talk to me if he wants something like sex.
"Honey, I'm home."Jerome laughed hysterically at his joke.
I was in the living room with my feet up and I was watching TV.
"How ya doin?"he asked and sat down next to me.
I said nothing.
"Did you here me?"he asked.
I still said nothing.
"Are you ignoring me?"he asked.
I said nothing.
"Can I know why?"he asked.
I changed the channel on the TV and stood quiet.
Jerome grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
"What's wrong?"he asked." How am I supposed to know what I did when you won't say anything."
I stood quiet.
"Stupid Bitch."he mumbled. He was trying to make me mad.
"No wonder your family doesn't talk to you anymore."he said.
"My family doesn't talk to me anymore because I left them for you, dumbass."I said, and got up off the couch.
"Finally. I thought I was going to have to smack you."he said.
"I can see why your mother slapped you around."I said.
He got up and toward over me.
"What did you just say?"
"It doesn't feel good when people talk shit about you does it."I said.
He laughed and sat back down.
"Why are you so angry?What's wrong?"
"You. That's my problem. You only like to talk to me if you want something like sex."
"Well I've been a little busy lately. But I'm free tonight. I can order some food or something."
"Thank you, Jerome. It means a lot."I said and kissed his cheek.
"No problem, honeybun."
