She came back from a summer in Ireland a completely different person. I said to her, “You used to love every moment together. You used to love every time I touched you. You don’t even want me to touch you anymore, do you?”
She screamed through a rush of tears, “No!”


Aftermath: I drank, did lots of drugs and messed around with other women for a whole year before converting back to my Catholic faith. Now I’m dating her roommate. I had a crush on her first, anyway.


2 Responses to “Ireland”

  1. marie says on :

    It sounds like something bad happened to her in Ireland.

  2. jessisit says on :

    Probably more like she realized after spending time away from you in a different country there was more to her life than a man…