#1 : Stacy – Post 17

And it was. She walked down the hallway, turned to face me and very bitchily and loudly said, “Ahhh… you forgot about me.” She stood there and stared at me, while we all looked at her… all kind of frozen for a really long, awkward moment. And then she turned around and stomped back up the stairs.

I kinda looked at the guys and they took the cue, packed up their stuff, and headed out through the basement door. I said goodnight, took a big breath, and headed upstairs.

She was sitting up in bed, arms crossed. I rolled my eyes in my mind. I’d just had enough.

I told her I felt trapped and that this just wasn’t working. I don’t know. A bunch of other BS. She immediately switched gears from being angry to begging me not to end it. That she’ll change. That we can both work on stuff. “Let’s fight for us,” blahblahblah.

She was crying really hard. She knew there was nothing she could say. There was nothing more I wanted to say. I just walked out of the room. I didn’t ask her to leave. It was like 1am. I walked back downstairs and went to bed and assumed she’d be gone in the morning.

4 thoughts on “#1 : Stacy – Post 17

  1. Wow, it’s really interesting to read relationship stuff like this from a male perspective – and done well to where it’s relatable even for women, like myself, to read. Well done so far :)


      1. Remembering is kind of fun, huh? I’ve been doing similar while writing my own memoir this past year :) Thanks for following, hope you enjoy my blog as much as I’m sure I will enjoy yours!


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