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I can’t find my damn keys in this damn small purse! Thanks to Abby and too many too count glasses of Martinis, the simple task of getting my keys and opening the door of my apartment has become a challenge for me. But at least that nitwit has the decency to drop me off outside my building.
Should I just knock and tell Therese that I lost my keys?
No, I don’t think so. I have a feeling that my angel is already asleep on our bed, dreaming. I don’t want to disturb her. We started living together around this time of the year, 3 years ago. Our anniversary is just around the corner, I just can’t remember the exact date in my state right now, but I should start preparing something for my angel. Those three years were so wonderful, it is the greatest moment of my life and I am pretty excited to spend the rest of my life with her. Oh god, I miss her so dearly, I want to run to our bedroom, lay beside her and hold her close to me. I just want to feel her body pressed to mine.
Alright Carol, focus, I know that you can do this. Oh god, there should be a science to explain why the world is spinning so fast before my eyes. Chemistry, that’s the science behind it, you nitwit! Martini to be exact!
As I start again in rummaging the inside of my purse, the door opened, revealing my angel on the other side. My heart, as always whenever I see Therese, skipped a beat as if on cue. I flashed a smile at my darling, hoping that she’ll show me her dimples that I love so dearly as a reply, but instead I heard her say flatly…
“It’s late… and you’re drunk”.
Then she went back to our bedroom without even waiting for me to reply nor cross the threshold of our apartment. Wondering about the peculiarity of my angel, I closed the door behind me and made sure that it was locked. Then, with a great difficulty, thanks to the new feature of our apartment; moving walls and floors, I have managed to lay down on the sofa in the living room.
“Theeee--rezz?” I called her. Hearing no reply from her I continue
“Are you maaaaaad?” Still no answer to my ridiculous question.
Ofcourse, I know that she is mad, but what I don’t know is the reason behind it. I know that this, barely able to stand on my own, laying down on a sofa in our living room, drunk as a skunk, is not your ideal state to see your lover. In our 3 years together, she saw me in a much worse situation than this for numerous times, I'm not proud of it. And in that every instance, she was always by my side taking care and making fun of me. So, I know that going home drunk is not it.
In addition, I’ve called her a while ago informing her that I’ll be home late, for I’ll be having a dinner with Abby, who’ll be sailing to Europe with Cassie, her red haired girlfriend, tomorrow…
Oh my god. Is it possible? It can’t be. Is she jealous of Abby? Clearly for the past years Therese and Abby have already spent multiple times together and I know that they enjoyed each other's company. I’m with her for god’s sake. She is the one that I kiss every morning and night, she is the one who’s beside me whenever I sleep and when I wake up, she is the one that I have sex with and most importantly, she is the one that I love. And I made sure that I send a clear message to her that my relationship with Abby will remain and will always be platonic.
“Thuuuu-reeeez! Daarrhh *hik* liiiing! Talk *hik* to meeeeeee!” I called her, still no reply. I’m becoming irritated now, I don’t know if it is because of the Martinis or the fact that Therese is have another immature episode of jealousy.
Removing my coat while still laying down on the sofa is pathetic and difficult, due to the fact that whenever I move my head the world seems to be spinning faster. I closed my eyes, hoping that it will stop my dizziness.
Moments later, I found myself awakened by soft hands running through my hair, I must have fallen asleep for a minute or two. I tried to move my head but it just made the apartment spin faster and my dizziness stronger so I just settled with a grunt. I kept my eyes closed and focused all my senses to the hands that is now massaging my head.
“Thu-reez, I luuurrrv you. Shoorry dart you are with a drunkeerrd *hik* like me” I managed to say, still my eyes closed. There is still no reply, but moments later, I feel warm lips upon my forehead before I dozed off.
Waking up with the worst headache, due to last night’s drinks, and with a sore back due to sleeping on the sofa is H.E.L.L. To top it all, it was already 9am, I am already late for my work! I’ll just call my office later to inform them that I’ll not be able to come to work. I just have to let this headache subside first. I am still laying on the sofa when I saw Therese already made up and ready to go to work. She was about to go to the door when I called her
“Darling…” I sat up on the sofa, regretting it automatically because of the shooting pain in my head.
She stopped on her tracks, and looked at me impatiently…
“Therese, we need to talk…” I managed to say.
“I… I have to go” she replied coldly then proceed to get out of our apartment shutting the door behind her.
Great, the silent treatment. Shit. She REALLY is angry, this is the first time THAT she didn’t even bother to give me a kiss like she’s been doing every morning before going out for the past years. I have to talk to her. But first, I need an aspirin for this headache. As I gather all my strength before I stand up, my eyes suddenly fell on the coffee table in front me, and on top of it is a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
She may be angry at me, but I know that she still loves me.
I woke up for the second time that day, my headache has subsided, my first instinct is to call Abby and tell her all about the strange acting of my lover. I looked on the clock, seeing that it is already 1pm, Abby’s boat has already sailed towards to Europe by now, I just have to wait for her to call me from Europe. So I have decided that I should fix my lunch, I am famished, the reason of the grumblings of my stomach. I opened the refrigerator and inside are untouched salad and lamb chops, both are my favorites.
Within minutes I have finished my feast for lunch. I reached for my cigarette case and proceeded to smoke on the balcony. Outside, the sky is gloomy, it is like it is going to rain any minute now. I started to think of the events of last night and I still have no clue on why Therese acted that way. The only reasonable explanation is that she was jealous of Abby and this thought made me irritated. If that really is the reason, she’s acting like a child, so immature.
But a sudden realization hit me, I was not the one who cooked the meals I found inside the icebox, it was Therese! She made dinner yesterday but I was out with Abby the whole night! Clearly, this is the reason!
Tonight, I’ll just have to treat her to dinner in a fancy restaurant to make it up to her. Excited with my plan, I called her office asking her the time she’ll be able to make it home…
“I don’t know, Carol. I’ll be late…” she is still cold.
“Darling, I’m really sorry about last night. It slipped out of my mind…”
“You remembered?” her voice soften
“Yes darling… You made dinner and all. I saw the leftover on the fridge and I must tell you that the chops are cooked to perfection.”
“That’s nice to hear….”
“Therese, I was horrible. Will you forgive me?”
“Oh Carol. Yes, yes, I forgive you!” Now this is the tone and voice that I’ve been missing.
“Oh Darling, you don’t know how relieved I am, hearing you say that! I don’t deserve you, did you know that sweetheart?” hearing Therese’s
giggles made my heart warm.
“I’m sorry I missed your surprise out of the blue fancy dinner last night. Let’s go out for a fancier dinner tonight” I continued, the giggles
suddenly stopped.
“…What... What did you say?” her tone changed.
“What? Let’s have dinner tonight?”
“No, no, no, the other one?”
“I’m sorry that I missed your surprise out of the blue fancy dinner last night?”
“Out of the blue fancy dinner?”
“Yes… So that dinner tonight?” I said to her
“I can’t.” surprised to hear that her voice was once again cold as the iceberg of Titanic.
“But… What’s wrong Therese?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh I know there’s something, Miss Belivet. A minute ago you were excited and you were warm. And now, you’re back to this. What is wrong??”
irritation is fuming out of me, I just can’t control it anymore. I just can’t take this rollercoaster ride of emotions.
“Is it your time of the month my love?” I playfully asked. I was expecting a little shy giggle as a reply, but instead I got a loud “NO!” from the other line.
“It is that time of the YEAR… not MONTH Carol! I’m busy, goodbye”.
With that she ended the call.
What the hell was that? I thought that she already forgave me. I can’t, I can’t. And what did she mean that it is now that time of the year? I’m pretty sure that she’s having her cycle every month not every year! All this confusion, I just can’t take it anymore. Yes, it is official, now I am furious too!