The Soap Opera Life I Lead
After three drinks, the tension would begin to grow. After five, they’d start snapping at each other. After six, the fights would begin. They always fought. They always argued. They always got dramatic. It didn’t matter if we were home or out at a restaurant, something would spark a fight and WHAM, it would blow up into something huge.
The Tuesday before Christmas was the worst for me. After a couple drinks, their fight had turned into something out of a bad movie. Their voices were constantly rising. The fight kept escalating and all of a sudden a chair went through the living room window. A few minutes later, I heard the sirens and I saw the red and blue lights filling up the driveway. Why am I the only person this ever happens to?! Looks like I’m going to be the hot topic of conversation at school on Monday…again.
Amy, 23, Solon, Ohio