One Day

Part 44 - Done

It takes a while for things not to be completely awkward between me and Jacob but over the next few months, we find a happy medium for what works for both of us in our friendship. I'm still working towards forgiving him and feel myself getting closer and closer each day to allowing myself to fully let go of what he did to me and moving on from it.

The battles between Jace and I continue as we struggle to live up to the expectations we have set for each other in our relationship. I expect him to be home more, to want to spend time with me and to be thinking about a future together. He thinks that he should be able to do what he wants when he wants without thinking twice about me. We have officially moved into his house although my house still sits fully furnished but completely empty of residents. I don't have the heart to let it go and I find myself back there more days than not. Everything is almost just as we left it. I haven't turned off the cable, water or electricity and if anyone would walk into the house, they would think we still lived there minus our clothes.

We make it almost another year together before my world comes crashing down once again.

It's late and he's still not home. I understand that we are young – the prime time of our life in our mid-twenties – but that doesn't mean that we should be staying out every single weekend until all hours of the night. Since the warm weather hit, Jace has been spending every free moment at Enderly's. There seems to be a party every weekend – starting on Friday evening and lasting until Sunday night. I can't stand being over there – too many drunks, too many annoying girls, too many things that I don't want to be around – but Jace loves it.

It's almost 4:00am on Sunday morning when I hear the door open and close. He's trying to be quiet to not wake me, but he should know by now that I don't really sleep until he is home. He changes into a pair of gym shorts in the dark and slides into bed beside me, pulling me to him.

"Have fun?" I bitterly ask as I feel him tense beside me.

"I didn't realize you were awake," he says as he relaxes. "Yeah, I had a good time. You should come with me tomorrow to wakeboard."

I sigh and shake my head. "Are you taking our boat or are you going with Enderly and them?"

"Enderly's boat is so much nicer to ride behind than ours so I'd really like to go with them. But, if it will get you out there then I will take our boat," he says without conviction. "I guess I'll just not wakeboard."

"Nope, you go right ahead. I would hate to keep you from wakeboarding since you never get to go." I say sarcastically. I'm getting angry just thinking about all the time he spends at the lake without me. He doesn't care that I hate being at Enderly's – he just leaves me at home and goes to do his own thing.

"It's late, I'm tired. I'm not arguing with you about it. I'm going to the lake tomorrow. You can either come with me or not, I really don't care," he says confirming my previous thought.

"Why don't we go do something tomorrow? We could go for a motorcycle ride or something. You don't have to spend all your time over there."

"I've already told them I was wakeboarding with them tomorrow."

"So what if I would have said yes to us taking our boat tomorrow – would you have changed your plans then?" I'm beginning to raise my voice and I'm trying to control the tremble that is now very present in my words.

"Stop it. I'm not arguing," he says as he pulls his arm from around me and rolls over.

"I'm not going to stop, Jace." I sit up in bed and look down at him. "This isn't how a relationship is supposed to work. You are never home – like ever. You don't help out with anything around here and most of the time you don't even tell me where you are after work or on the weekends. You make plans without asking me or even including me – what am I supposed to think?"

I'm crying now, far more upset than I think I should be over him getting home late but things have just continued to add up over time and I can't take it anymore. I need him to know that I'm not happy with how things are going. I get up and walk to the bathroom before he responds. I wash my face and calm myself down before I walk back into our bedroom and lean against the dresser.

"Do you think that I'll ever be the most important thing to you?" I ask as calmly as I can.

He sits up in bed, tucking his right leg underneath him. He's angry – I can see it all over his face. "I'm so freaking tired of your crap, of your complaining and whining. I love you but I'm done. I'm allowed to have fun, you know."

My hands begin to shake and a cold chill runs up my entire body. "What do you mean, you're done?" I ask.

"I'm done. I'm done arguing. I'm done fighting. I'm just done. If you want to stay, stay. But if you stay, quit your bitching and complaining. I'm not going to stop having fun with my friends because of you. If that's not okay, then get out."

His words cut through me like a knife. I don't say a word as I find my shoes and purse and walk out the door.

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