I have been having trouble with my boyfriend allot lately, he seems to be so critical of me and about everything I do, maybe it is time to move on I thought as I drove my car to the club with my boyfriend Robert in the passenger seat. Robert bitched about not only my driving but everyone else that was near me on the road, he bellyached about the weather, the price of gas, people that he worked with, it was a verbal assault while I mostly ignored him but chimed in now and then nodding or saying “I know, it’s terrible.” As I pulled the car into a parking spot he started in about the car next to us , it was parked at an angle and said it was a piece of shit rust bucket. “Stop!” I said loudly. “What the fuck did I do?” Robert asked holding his hand to his chest in defense. “You have screamed and yelled all the way here, it has been a non-stop bitch fest, I can’t take much more of this.” “I never,, you just don’t appreciate my opinion about things.” “It is not an opinion, it is a
By Seth Cybertar