No More Mrs.Nice girl

Vivianne Anne Summers

   "Vivianne, hello! Anybody in there!?" I blink several times. Just a few minutes ago, I'd walked into a house with a nagging boyfriend ready and waiting for me. Actually, I'm thinking of a soon to be ex-boyfriend. Everyday for the past few months, he's been nagging my every move, and honestly it's annoying. I am 30 years old, I no longer have a father, a sister, and I'm definitely not taking orders from my abusive mother. I don't need nagging from James either. When I first met James Olsen, 4 years ago, I thought it would be forever. 

   James is not normally the type of guy that I'd go for. I don't mean the typical nerdy type. No! The Jock, popular, dashing good looks type. But, before my father killed himself, he said that James and I would be great for each other. It was his dying wish, and I love my father dearly, but I'm seriously regretting my choice. 

   James and I have nothing in common. He cares about his perfect, chocolate, brown eyes; or his silky brown hair, and freshly cut eyebrows. I care about books, board games, writing, and sketching. I love Pokémon and Naruto, even though I'm older than those shows. I care about my clients at my job. The little children who, like me, needs help. James doesn't care about anyone but himself, and or me. I think...

   "Yes, can I help you James?" He pulls his perfect little eyebrows together. 

   "What's with the attitude?" And just like that he turns into a facade of his real personality.

   "What's the matter baby? Did you have a bad day at work? Tell me what's wrong?"

   I sigh and rolled my eyes. Over the past couple of months he's also become really obsessive, and moody, as well as clingy and annoying. He's the whole damn package of crazy. Which was driving me to be insane. But for the sake of my father, I chose to stay with him.

   "Nothing James, just a long day at work. I'm gonna go to the gym to clear my mind." I sigh as I say those last few words. He smirks then puts his hands on my shoulders.

   "No that's fine, I'll just come with you. I have to work on these bad boys anyway!" He flexes in front of me. I look at him with semi disgust. Of course he finds some way to make this about himself. I scoff, and just walk away. I feel as if it's going to be time to break up with him. I love my father to death, but I cannot stay with someone I don't love. I know my father would want what's best for me. 

   "James listen, as much as I love you as a person; I don't want you to come to the gym with me. I want to leave to get away from all the noise...not to bring it with me." I turn to see if he's giving me some sort of face. Low and behold he is, he actually looks very upset. The last time I've seen him this angry was when I told him I was visiting Mike (my step-brother) in New Jersey. 

   "So let me get this straight,  you DON'T want me to come to the gym with you? Because that's what it sounded like you said." He responds. At this point I think he's totally lost his mind. 

   "That is what I said James, and I'm dead serious too. Please, just leave me alone for one day. Please!"  I walk to the bathroom and get undressed. Lord does it feel good to take off my bra! The under wire had been killing me all day, and honestly I had been very tempted to take it off during one of my sessions. 

   I turn the shower handle to the left for hot water. The steam helps me relax, and it grazed all of my worries away. Once I seen that the water started to steam, I stepped in. Before I could even enjoy the heat of the water, I hear the bathroom door slam open. All I do is let my head fall and sigh. I thought that when I walked into the bathroom he would leave me alone. I'd been wrong. 

   As I prepared myself for the worse, I just turned the shower head off and opened the fogged shower door. James was naked...I was not expecting that. He stood there with his hands on his hips. 

   "Is it shark week, or am I just not giving you enough sex!? He stated. Even if I had been on my period, or he wasn't giving me enough sex; he was my main problem, and I am completely ready to get rid of this problem. 

   "Neither James, are you about to get in the shower!?" He pouts

   "But babe, I'm at full attention!" He adds. I can definitely see that he's at full attention, but I'm not paying attention to it. 

   "Well I guess you can be a solider and handle your rifle yourself correct?" He starts to walk a little bit closer to me, then comes to a complete stop when he's about two inches away from me. I can feel his thing touching me and you know what, this is the first time I've ever not been sexually attracted to this man. Right now, I despise him. 

   Sex is not the answer to everything.! That's been his solution for the last few months and I'm honestly tired of it.

   "Look, I just wanted to take a shower and go to the gym. I don't want sex, I don't want you to come to the gym; so please.... just leave me alone!!" I storm past him into our room and he follows behind me. 

   "There is someone else isn't there!? You don't want to have sex with me! You don't want me to go to the gym with you! So what is it!? Does he go to the same gym as you? Does he fuck you better than me!?" James starts yelling at the top of his lungs, accusing me of cheating. Has he completely lost his mind?

   "No! I am not a cheater, can't say much for you though!" He closed his mouth immediately. James cheated on me twice already, but as I said before, it was my fathers wish for us to stay together; so I stayed with him. The very first time I had found out by walking in on him and my ex-best friend in MY bed! They second time I had caught him again with my secretary, in my office.... while there was a father and his child waiting outside my office. I never understood why I stayed with him for so long.... I'm not going to do it any longer.

   "James I have three words to say to you. We are through!" at some point while yelling, he put his clothes back on. He just stands there and looks at me.

   "You don't mean that do you?" Wait, so now he's the victim. How did this turn to be my fault. 

   "But you said we'd be together forever. You're just going to throw away our love over silly little arguments? How can you do something like that." At this point, James actually starts crying. I've been through A LOT, but crying is still my weakness. I turn away from him to keep my composure. I cannot fall to his charms AGAIN! 

   "James, I'm serious this time. What kind of person does that make me? What kind of person are you!? You cheated on me with my ex- best friend and my secretary. Both of them in a very special place to me. At my office.....and in my bed. Now tell me, if that isn't the icing on the cake, how about letting the man that killed my sister walk. Attorney or not, I will not stay with you any longer, so we are done!" I turn back around to see that James's eyes are very red, his cheeks are soaked with tears, and he is breathing very hard. 

   James has anxiety attacks when something bad happens; and I mean very bad. I guess me breaking up with him caused to have an anxiety attack. Now I have to calm him down, because it seems as if his mother and myself are the only ones who can...

   "Huh, calm down ok. Just breath you'll be fine. You're going to be ok" I try to comfort him, but he only gets worst.

   "How.....can....I calm.....down...when you.....are leav....ing.... me!?" He gasp almost between every word. If I didn't know him, I'd think he was having an asthma attack; but he's not, he's just hyperventilating. Which still isn't good either. I slowly walk over to him and place my hands on each of his shoulders. This makes him cry even more, which is exactly the opposite of what I'd like to happen... 

   I sigh and kiss him. His lips are cold and still at first, but after a few seconds he starts kissing back. In a more fiery, passionate, needy type of way. Of course it would fall back on me not leaving him. He glides down towards the floor before him, and I follow. 

   He stops kissing me and places both of his hands on the sides of my face.

"Please don't ever leave me Vivianne. Please, I love you too much. You are my heart and soul." I stare blankly as he speaks these words to me. He adjust himself upon one knee.....

   Right when I thought it couldn't get any worse....