
The life of a 20-Something is in no way a route of perfection. There are many elements that make and threat to break the plans that we lay out for ourselves. For all the 20-Something’s I know life, in this particular stretch, has been both sweeter and harsher than any other period so far and I guess that’s something we have to accept about life in general, it will be down and it will, most always, come up again.
I think in my case, life has always maintained a balance. When things are bad I always have a voice that urges me:
“keep going! It’s going to get better”.
Of course when I’m immensely happy there is a similarly powerful voice which reminds me to not
“get too comfortable in the happiness, it probably won’t last”.
So I live my life barring these two status’ in mind. This is exactly why, when the events of last night occurred I was, well not entirely surprised.
We had our first argument. Liam and I. I feel the need to mention that we are not the type to argue, in fact previously I considered him chilled like a Buddha, you know, the kind of dude who returns home to find his house has burnt down and says
“well I’ll see what I can do, if it can’t be fixed I’ll find a new one”. So when I found myself arguing with him it was totally unexpected.
Yesterday was a good one for me. I have been taken on as a freelancer for another magazine and as such was required to do, the cool type of research for an interview. The day left me buzzing and, despite calling everyone I know I was most excited to tell Liam how the day had been.
I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. Now, do you remember what happened last time I came to visit him unannounced? Before he moved into a solo flat and thus had a friend let me in, only to discover…him in bed with another girl. Well, even though we hadn’t defined our relationship then and things had changed now, I always feared walking in on a situation like that again.
As the door opened I was greeted not by Liam but by a girl, THAT GIRL. Now I had to ask myself: is this the week of awkward arrivals? Because odd people have been popping up everywhere. I was stunned but did everything I could to hide my shock:
“Am I at the right place?! I said jokingly taking a step back.
“Yea, he’s inside” she said.
Now I had to hold myself back from:
- Asking her why the hell she was opening my beau’s door
- Pushing her out of the way
- Turning around and walking away for fear I’d walk in to find him with his pants down like the last time.
What the hell was she doing here? Were Liam and I still in an open relationship? Had I just been kept in the dark?
I walked in to find Liam on the floor with his guitar, now I did sigh a little air of relief because he wasn’t naked (in fact he was fully clothed) but even so, what the hell was she doing here?
Upon seeing me he got up and gifted me a kiss, which I reluctantly accepted. For the next 40 or so minutes the two of them laughed and joked about stories and people I didn’t know and then she made her leave…probably to go and ruin another relationship (wow! Sorry guys that was a little mean).
When he returned from showing her out I was silent. Dead silent. I was fuming. How dare he do this. I was totally through with playing the girl who was okay with everything. What a total dick! He noticed my silence and asked me several times what the problem was, before hopping out of his clothes and putting on his faithful pyjama bottoms. Then he asked again:
“What’s the matter?”
The matter is you just had the girl you slept with in your house and I didn’t know you were still seeing each other. I don’t want you to tell me everything but a little update would be nice. I mean how often is she here? Are you still sleeping with her?
“Nothing” I replied
Then he spoke again and this got me going:
“You’re being an idiot” he said.
I saw red
“No you are. I don’t mean to become all overly attached girlfriend on you but what is happening here? If I’m not mistaken isn’t she the girl who had a second home in your bed not so long ago?” I said yelling slightly.
“So that’s what this is about. We were not having sex. She’s a friend who I used to sleep with. It’s in the past” he said, yelling slightly louder.
“Well your “past” was very present for a thing of the past”. Not my best phrasing
And then he said two words, two words he’s never said to me before:
“Fuck off”.
I was stunned, I’d never seen him that angry. It kind of scared me that I’d been capable of pissing him off so easily. I immediately knew I’d overreacted. Shit. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I sat for a moment and considered storming out but I stayed. I took a shower to calm myself down and then walked out to find him in the kitchen.
“That was stupid” he said, standing there looking calmer.
“Yea” I replied.
Now, I’ve heard of these times before, but never really experienced them, when the strain of an argument is healed simply with physical action. We walked towards each other simultaneously and with the power of two bodies, the dread of the argument disappeared and he took me in his arms. Angry passion dissolved into pure passion and that was that.
After I thought about her being there, the worry, the anxiety but then I decided to take a different approach, I thought simply:
For every down there will be an up. So I enjoyed my present high.
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