We sat across from our friends at a diner, we watched them eat as we argued with one another. He said something rude about me, then I would say something equally offensive. Our friends just stared at us hoping that the night was over, but it had just begun. He had just got back from living in Virginia for several months, and moved back in with me. The pretext to him coming back home was because I procured an online relationship with a boy who preyed on me. One night after an art show, I kiss this boy in the back of his friends car (the friend we are with at the diner). Somehow, through visceral abilities, he knew that I was up to something that night, to which he found out about everything, thus ending the relationship with the boy. And those feelings led to anger which had been building up from that night till this moment. "Well, I fucked Travis, and made out with Ron!" I said in a puerile manner, to which he replied back, "Well, I cheated on you with a girl that I had up against the wall and fucked her until she came all over my dick." "Nice," I said. "Can we just go and watch this fucking movie?"
Later that night, and I'm not sure how she found out, but she cursed at me for ruining a date between her sister and that boy. Those days are so long gone, but I still think of the pain in that dimension of my life. I still hold onto the thoughts that puncture. Later that night, after our friends dropped us off at our house, I couldn't hold back the tears any more. I ran to the corner of the living room and hid my face, and just like a man, he yelled at me until he found a way to have sex with me that night. Needless to say, my friends never double-dated with me ever again.