Got her all worked up today. Thinks I’m making fun of her, don’t want her around. Ummm, yeah. How do you say that? “Please, beat it. You’re driving me up the frigging wall with your shouting and your yelping laugh and your endless supply of crass breast-baring skin-tight clothing and the way you speak incessant Hebrew to your friends but then bitch when I read the newspaper at lunch.” You’d think we were married. God forbid. Wants to cast me in the role of abusive boyfriend she’s used to. Another think. Just teasing her like anybody. Otherwise, she’d be crying. Not treating her badly, just not like a girlfriend. Big difference. She’s possessive.
Posted November 30, 1999