Page 10 of One Week Hating You
We’ve been together so long, Maeve, and I feel like I haven’t really lived, haven’t sown my wild oats. You’re a sweet girl, but you’re not very adventurous. You’re happy with your face buried in books and your journals. You’re predictable, and I want unpredictable. I want to have fun, Maeve. I don’t want to know what every single day will bring before I even live it. I’m too young to settle down right now.
I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you anymore. I still love you. If you’ll still have me without the commitment, without a promise of a white picket fence and kids, I’m still here.
I’m staying at Robbie’s. Not sure if he wants me there but what are brothers for, right? I just needed to get away from it all. I’ll be staying with him for a while.
I’m so sorry, Maeve. I hope you can forgive me, and that we can start over.
Yours,
Peter
My heart is still pounding, but it’s no longer filled with hope. It’s filled with rage. How dare he? Who does he think he is? He’s such a narcissist – it’s all about him. Never mind what I might feel. Never mind that he completely destroyed me. God forbid, his perfect life might be a little challenging at times. When you love someone, you make sacrifices.
He wants me to wait for him. How long? How long do I wait before I can move on with my life? Before I can settle down and have children? I’m not getting any younger. Just the other day, I spotted a brown spot on my left cheek. It came out of nowhere, like bad weather at a picnic. And it’s not going anywhere – there will only be more.
“Let’s face it, Maeve. Your salary at the kids clothing store is not going to help much.” What an asshole. I want to throw my phone at the wall.
That’s what it comes down to… I’m not good enough for him. Never was. Both his brothers are married to superwomen. Robbie is in finance, and his tall perfect blonde bombshell of a wife is an attorney. And his brother William and his wife are both doctors. I guess a simple girl who works in retail is not up to his standards.
I’m glad he’s going for his architect license – I’m really happy for him. I’d support him if he’d let me. I guess he just wants to measure up to his brothers and make his snobby parents proud – I get it. But why does he have to hurt me in the process?
I pick up my phone again and block his number. Then I tug off his engagement ring, and throw it in the drawer of my bedside table. Fuck him.
“You’re a sweet girl, but you’re not very adventurous.” Seriously? So I don’t race cars and leap off bridges. So what? He’s never complained about that before.
I’m not boring, damn it.
And I’m not ‘sweet’.
I’ll show him.
