Ashely was stubborn from the inside all the way to the outside. Every decision she made, every word she said was always based in the core composition of her being.
"Listen, I don't care it shouldn't be allowed to be called cheese if there ain't no cheese in it!" Ash shouted, as I laughed through the phone.
"I know it's not actually cheese but that's the whole point! It's vegan cheese !" I shouted back trying to hold back giggles.
This was one of our first phone conversations as friends. I was a vegan at the time and had attempted to broaden her horizons, but I failed to realize just how similar she was to a rock, unyielding as ever.
As romantic partners though, our conversations are not so one sided, at least not all of the time.
We were at her moms house visiting for the holidays. Her friend had driven us there, but was staying at her cousins apartment. I was happy that Ashley was happy, for a bit anyways. She got to see her house, her room, her pets. But she had to deal with her alcoholic mother.
As a guest, I wasn't treated badly like Ashley was. Granted she wasn't a 1950s house wife hostess, but her mother was not mean to me like she was to her own daughter. It was heartbreaking to see her mother snap from laughing and joking around to calling my girlfriend names and yelling about insignificant going ons compared to the long term.
Ashley is anything but mean to me. Except for one time.
