Status: Finished
A Tender Love
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I couldn’t believe we were having another argument. For the last few weeks, our relationship had begun to deteriorate into nothing more than arguments and fights. The man I had fallen in love with months ago was not the same man I knew now. It started when I told him about my idea of going to art school.
“Jeremy, can I talk to you?” I asked one night as he sat watching TV.
“Sure babe, what’s going on?” he asked.
“I dropped out of college today,” I started. There done, I’d dropped the bomb.
“You what? Why the hell did you do that?” he yelled, jumping to his feet.
“I don’t want to waste my life doing a job I hate Jer, I want to go to art school,” I said bravely, standing tall as he threw the remote at the wall.
“And what, you think it’s ok not to even talk to me about this? I thought we were supposed to share everything in this relationship, or is that just for me?” he asked. I hadn’t actually expected him to be so angry about my decision.
“I’m sorry?” was I though; I was only doing what was best for me. “Please don’t be mad Jeremy,” I begged.
“Don’t be mad? Don’t be mad! I’m fucking irate Bethany!” he yelled as he ran his hands through his blond locks. “Do you not even care about us? How the hell are we supposed to live on my pay check alone? What about raising a family?”
“Who said I wanted a family?” I muttered.
Unfortunately he caught that, “Oh so now you don’t want a family either? Oh well isn’t that fucking perfect, guess you really don’t want me either.”
“No please Jeremy, I love you,” I cried.
“Whatever,” he muttered as he headed to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked in a panic.
“Out, is that okay with you?” he snarled.
I hugged myself as the door slammed in my face. Tears trickled down my cheeks; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to love and support me no matter what.
He’d come back that night when I was in bed and got his pillow; he slept on the couch while I banged my head against the wall trying to find a way to fix our crumbling relationship. It didn’t get much better however when I enrolled in a local art school and began taking classes for a degree in photography. He hated the idea; he wanted me to go back to the other college to end up with a useless degree for a job I would hate. I had even come across the thought that maybe our relationship wasn’t true anymore.
“Jeremy why can’t you understand why I’m doing this?” I asked in the mist of his argument.
“Because it’s stupid!” he yelled.
“No Jeremy, our love has become stupid!” I spat back.
“What?” he asked, I had caught him off guard.
“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Our love has left the beautiful rose and has reached the thorns,” I growled.
“Oh how grand, quoting Romeo now?” he scuffed.
“Wow shocked you even know who said that. You know what Jeremy, I can’t take this anymore! I give up; I’ll be out by tomorrow.”
“Fine, enjoy your useless life!” he yelled after me as I headed to the bed room to pack my clothes.
I stood starring at the first photo I had ever taken, “It’s a very nice angle,” the art galleries owner said as she came up beside me.
“Thank you, he was my inspiration for taking classes in photography.”
“What do you call it?” she asked.
I smiled at the picture of Jeremy sitting on a park swing before we'd met; I’d taken it the day he asked me out on a date. “I call it, A Tender Love,” I responded. A tender broken love.
“Jeremy, can I talk to you?” I asked one night as he sat watching TV.
“Sure babe, what’s going on?” he asked.
“I dropped out of college today,” I started. There done, I’d dropped the bomb.
“You what? Why the hell did you do that?” he yelled, jumping to his feet.
“I don’t want to waste my life doing a job I hate Jer, I want to go to art school,” I said bravely, standing tall as he threw the remote at the wall.
“And what, you think it’s ok not to even talk to me about this? I thought we were supposed to share everything in this relationship, or is that just for me?” he asked. I hadn’t actually expected him to be so angry about my decision.
“I’m sorry?” was I though; I was only doing what was best for me. “Please don’t be mad Jeremy,” I begged.
“Don’t be mad? Don’t be mad! I’m fucking irate Bethany!” he yelled as he ran his hands through his blond locks. “Do you not even care about us? How the hell are we supposed to live on my pay check alone? What about raising a family?”
“Who said I wanted a family?” I muttered.
Unfortunately he caught that, “Oh so now you don’t want a family either? Oh well isn’t that fucking perfect, guess you really don’t want me either.”
“No please Jeremy, I love you,” I cried.
“Whatever,” he muttered as he headed to the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked in a panic.
“Out, is that okay with you?” he snarled.
I hugged myself as the door slammed in my face. Tears trickled down my cheeks; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to love and support me no matter what.
He’d come back that night when I was in bed and got his pillow; he slept on the couch while I banged my head against the wall trying to find a way to fix our crumbling relationship. It didn’t get much better however when I enrolled in a local art school and began taking classes for a degree in photography. He hated the idea; he wanted me to go back to the other college to end up with a useless degree for a job I would hate. I had even come across the thought that maybe our relationship wasn’t true anymore.
“Jeremy why can’t you understand why I’m doing this?” I asked in the mist of his argument.
“Because it’s stupid!” he yelled.
“No Jeremy, our love has become stupid!” I spat back.
“What?” he asked, I had caught him off guard.
“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Our love has left the beautiful rose and has reached the thorns,” I growled.
“Oh how grand, quoting Romeo now?” he scuffed.
“Wow shocked you even know who said that. You know what Jeremy, I can’t take this anymore! I give up; I’ll be out by tomorrow.”
“Fine, enjoy your useless life!” he yelled after me as I headed to the bed room to pack my clothes.
I stood starring at the first photo I had ever taken, “It’s a very nice angle,” the art galleries owner said as she came up beside me.
“Thank you, he was my inspiration for taking classes in photography.”
“What do you call it?” she asked.
I smiled at the picture of Jeremy sitting on a park swing before we'd met; I’d taken it the day he asked me out on a date. “I call it, A Tender Love,” I responded. A tender broken love.
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I could have done better on this, but I guess I'm happy enough with it.~Rina~