apropos of nothing

A little Drama

When I get back from the washroom he tells me that the bill is coming right away.

Then he glares at me. And then he laughs.

"I told the waiter that the date wasn't going well and asked for a rush on the cheque."

"Oh. Okay. Did you want to have a fight?"

(in fourteen years we have had three fights)

"Yes. Right here."

"You want to have a fight, right here?"

"Yes. Cause a fucking scene, right now, let's see you do it."

"Fine. If you want to fight about it, we can fight about it."

"Good."

"Fine."

"You are such an asshole."

"You are such a bitch."

"I cannot believe I have put up with your shit for fourteen fucking years."

"It's not my fault you're an idiot, is it?"

"I will be so happy the day you get on that plane."

"Trust me, I can hardly wait to have a continent between us."

I stormed out. He paid the bill.

We sat in the car and laughed until we cried.

Because we are crazy.

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