Yes.

Enough is enough. You thought to yourself. There was something strange here and you were going to find out.

"What on earth is going on, Emily? Don't pretend that it's something else. You don't want Stan to be there. Why not!?" You asked angrily, hoping to get some answers.

"What the hell are you saying!?" She shouted, equally as angry.

"There's something between you two, and you're going to tell me right now!" You yelled.

"Are you kidding!? Go away. I don't want to talk to you right now." She turned her back on you and crossed her arms.

You angrily stormed away to the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You laid on top of the bed, fully clothed, fuming with anger and stared at the roof as you thought.

You tried to think back on the past few days and the position in your relationship that you tried to take. They definitely were crucial to your future, and the future with Emily. You hoped that you made the right decisions.