Our Love Goes On and On

Love and Hate

I got home a little bit after he did.

After he stormed out, I apologized to everyone and told them that the party had to be over.

Toni was too drunk to drive herself home, so I took her home with me. She stumbed into the house carrying a few bags I had given her, dropping them at the door.

"Toni, sit down until I come back, okay?" She plopped down onto the couch and I made sure she stayed there.

When I turned around I was heated. I didn't want to show it, but I was pissed off. How could he leave the party after yelling at me like that? How dare he yell at me?

I stomped up the stairs and heard things banging around in our room. I went that way and saw things thrown around our room.

Soon I saw an angry Samoan man about to rip out his hair, throwing a shirt of mine on the floor.

That pushed me to the point of no return.

I stormed in and he finally saw me, "What the hell is your problem?!"

He didn't answer, he just went into the bathroom and threw all of my things on the counter onto the floor. "If you want Randy so bad, have him buy you everything all over again!"

I was taken back, but was too angry to think rationally. I did the exact same thing to his counter, making sure I broke everything glass. I cut my hand in the process, unfortunately, but my adrenaline was too high for me to feel the pain.

Roman grabbed me and suddenly we were fighting on the bathroom floor. It was intense. Hurting each other back and forth until I shrieked because a piece of sharp glass pierced into my back.

There was a moment where the air was filled with heavy breathing and blurred vision. Once my vision came back, I pushed him off of me and stood up, carefully removing the piece of glass from my skin.

Tears sprouted, blurring my vision all over again.

"Just divorce already." The voice was slurred and Toni appeared, leaning against the bathroom wall. "If all you're going to do is yell, save us all some time, and divorce."

She hunched her shoulders and left. She came in, tore us apart even more, and left skunky drunk. Thanks, Toni.

"I can't do this anymore." he said. I didn't say anything. Not because I couldn't, but because I was tired of this too. "Not being good enough for you isn't working for me anymore."

A few tears trickled down his face.

"I want to be good enough, and I try, but you don't want anything I put out there for you. I'm more romantic, but Randy seems even more romantic. I open up to you like you've always wanted me to, and you confide in Phil. I work hard to provide for our family, and you complain that I work too much. Nothing is ever good enough and I can't do it anymore."

I could hear my heart breaking into pieces.

"So, this is the end of us?"

I asked a blatant question, not being afraid to ask, but being terrified of the answer.

"Don't make me answer that."

A huge lump got caught in my throat. "Answer it." he ran his hands through his hair, "Answer my question, Roman!" I hit his chest as hard as I could. "If you want us to be over, just say it!"

"I don't want any of this, Chase, I just want to be happy!"

"So you're saying we can't be happy together anymore?!" I kept hitting him, "You're a jerk! How could you say that to me? I've loved you for almost five years and you just now want to tell me that you're not happy with me?!"