Confront Your Ex

“Where are you headed?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You did your hair, you’re wearing heavy makeup, and that’s your fancy dress. You did all that just to come to my house and yell at me?”

"I should be! But no, I'm only here to talk."

"You know, I inferred that based on you attempting to message me in every form of communication that has yet been invented. Am I going to need a restraining order?"

"Did our relationship mean nothing to you?"

"It meant everything. That's why I didn't destroy it. And, if you're really this unaware, is also the reason I have no interest in seeing you right now."

"I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up. But you win, because now I don’t have my two best friends because they’re sleeping with my boyfriend.”

“Ex. And they’re still your friends.”

"Are they? I've known them both since the first grade. Did you really do it just to get back at me?"

"No, I'm sleeping with them because they're hot. Getting back at you for running off with my roommate is a bonus. Now, if bitching at me despite being the one to sabotage our relationship is the only reason you’re here, kindly get off my porch."

"I'm no longer with him!"

"Congratulations," I said as I unlocked my door.

“I miss you, Mike!”

"And I need you to leave me alone."

“But I want you back.”

"What are you not understanding here, Jasmine? You hurt me more than I thought possible. I'm not over it, and seeing you only makes it worse."

"Maybe I could make it up to you."

"How?"

She smirked.

"Take me inside and give it to me as hard as you can."

I raised an eyebrow. "You could barely take it soft."

"I know."

"You want to be punished?" I asked.

She bit her lip. "Yes. Maybe if you take out your anger on me, we can move past this."

"So...."

"Mike, I spent two hours making myself look nice so I could come down here and ask you to mess me up. I'm offering you a **** fuck."