The next day I'm on the phone with Preston.
"How many times do you need to hear me apologize?" Preston asks.
"I heard you but that doesn't mean I believe it," I answer.
"Babe-" he starts.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to 'babe' me? I have a name," I tell him.
"Okay. Sorry," he says.
"Stop apologizing," I reply.
"Amelia stop getting mad at everything that I say," he responds.
"Well then stop. Just stop," I say.
"What do you want from me then?" he asks.
"You bailed on my friends," I answer.
"I know. I said next time."
"That's what you said last time," I remind him.
"It was out of my control," he claims.
"No, it wasn't," I say.
"I have work Amelia," he replies.
"What's pathetic is that they weren't even surprised. I was the one that was let down," I respond.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want you to be sorry, I want you to care," I explain.
"I do," he remarks.
"Stop lying and tell me, what would it take to get you to show up? Because I am running out of excuses for you," I admit.
"You're making too big a deal out of this," he tells me.
"You know what? We'll talk later. That is if I can make the time."
I wish he'd just say what is it I am doing wrong as a girlfriend, besides the obvious.
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RomanceA girl who doesn't let anyone in. A guy who lives every day for himself. An inexplicable attraction. Hi all! Some of the topics touched on in this story include LGBTQ, loss of loved ones/death, sexual assault, thoughts of self harm/suicide. Some o...
