she is so
brilliant that she can take perfect relationships with normal relationship
problems and make them believe that they are doomed for divorce and breakups,” he sighed pushing himself from the counter then grabbed the silverware
and placed it in the dishwashers basket. “You need to stop listening to all the
bullshit garbage and stop being so close-minded about men and relationships,
Vanessa,”
I squeezed the sponge in my hands tightly. “What?! I am not being closed
minded, and how dare you drop the f-bomb while talking about Dr. Rose!”
“Yes you are, and Dr. Rose can kiss my white ass!” he huffed. My mouth
gaped open at his choice of words for Dr. Rose. “You only know of the
hundreds of upset woman because they continuously let the wrong men into
their lives... what about the millions of woman out there who are happy?”
“They are in other parts of the United States, and all around the world writing
some other magazine that exists out there,” I piped back.
“You don't know that,” he shakes his head.
“Yes, I do,” I argue.
“No,” he shook his head again.
“Yes,”
“No,”
“Yes,” I threw the sponge into the sink. I will win this one.
“Alright, you two...” Ethan said as he brings in more dishes. “You guys
forgot these, and quit fighting,”
“Is she always like this?” Ben asked Ethan.
“Close-minded, yes,” he laughed. “Once she thinks one way about
something... well, then there is no other way,”
“So stubborn,” Ben smiled at me. I sighed then turned around to grab the
heaping tray of dirty dishes.
“Where's Jackie?” I asked, scrubbing away.
“I took her upstairs to my old room, she's laying down...” he smiled.
“Drunk,”
“Speaking of drunk...” Ben said drying his hands off. “Shot for shot?” he
smiled wickedly.
“Hell yes, my friend,” Ethan rubbed his hands together swiftly. “And I've got
something to show you,”
“Give me a second, I'll finish helping Nessy,” Ben held his hands out for the
next dish.
“Stop calling me that, just go,” I put the salad bowls in the washer. “I've got
it,” He needs to go away and leave me the hell alone.
“Dude, do you remember that one time we shot the neighbors dog with the
air-soft gun I got for my birthday?” Ethan trailed off.
“Yeah! You still have the gun?!” Ben asked excitedly. I laughed.
“You know it, and the neighbors have another dog too,” they both cracked
up, their laughter disappearing out of the kitchen.
I shook my head and continued with the dishes. I took the sponge and a rag
then cleaned up the kitchen table. I scoot in the chairs and put a clean-silk
table cover on then threw the dirty one in the laundry room. I poured myself a
new glass of wine and went into the living room taking the bottle with me
where the music was still playing but a little quieter. I see my parents had
headed to bed; I am assuming they had had a little too much to drink as well.
They didn't even say goodnight. I was finally alone to relax. I changed the
station to Frank Sinatra and plopped down onto the couch. I sighed, thankful
that I was finally alone. Not caring where anyone had gone, I took my heels
off and leaned back into the couch sipping my glass of goodness.
I started to think about the conversation that Ben and I had had in the kitchen
earlier.
“Close-minded my ass,” I mumbled taking another sip of wine.
He doesn't know anything about relationships, all he knows is how to use and
abuse woman. He is a loser that should be put to shame. I am not a close
minded person, I call it how I see it. And as far as relationships are
concerned, they do not exist-at least the good ones. As for love, I suppose if
you fell in love with the perfect person, it could work. Am I agreeing with
him? Absolutely not because there is no perfect person. I don't care for
relationships, that is why I am single and am okay with it. In fifteen years
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