Love, Anger, and Tears

I stared at the man whom I was madly in love with and I sighed.
It’s been two days since we last spoke to each other like lovers, two days of acting like strangers, and two days of me trying my best to break the silence and tension between us.

Bayo is a good man and the best that I have ever been with. Our courtship just started, and It was a time for us to get to know ourselves and grow together, but to me and Bayo, this has been a failed course.

It’s been one issue after another, storming out of the house, sleeping angry, and not speaking to each other.
Honestly, I was tired. I was tired of always fixing us. Planning one’s marriage was supposed to be exciting not emotionally draining.

I stared at my lovely cat, Nala, who was the only one making me happy amidst everything. She too was shaken by our constant bickering. My poor cat, watching two adults behave immaturely must have been a sour sight to behold.

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I stared at Bayo playing video games, the one thing that keeps him sane.

“Babe, can we please talk?” I asked softly.

“I don’t think there’s anything we haven’t talked about, or do you have anything new to say to me?” He said annoyingly, void of all emotions, and not casting a single glance at me.

“Please, Babe we need to talk,” I said softly.

“Tori there is nothing to talk about and I’d rather you leave me alone. As you can see you are distracting me, and I am losing my game”. He replied angrily.

“Babe, please” I begged.

“Leave me the Fuck alone, Bitch! Leave me!” He yelled.

“Bayo, did you just call me a bitch?” I let out a wild cry.

“Bayo, you called me a bitch?”

He never answered, he never looked at me. Focused on his game, he moved the game pad in different directions, not knowing the gravity of damage he had done to our relationship.

Sobbing uncontrollably, I made my way to his room and packed all my things. Not leaving anything behind, I put all my belongings in my box. I was grateful for the size of it as it was able to contain everything.

I was too tired to book a ride and the last thing I wanted was to be consoled by a total stranger. I called the one person that I knew would come to my rescue, my sister.

“Please come pick me up, I’m at Bayo’s” I wailed.

“I’ll be there in 20”. She hung up, no questions asked just springing into full Wonder Woman mode.
My sister was my superhero, she always came through for me.

In less than 20 minutes, my sister’s car was in Bayo’s compound. Judging from how she drove into the compound, I knew she was filled with rage, and I was glad that she didn’t get into any accident.

Without turning off the car, she got out. Fuming and walking swiftly she walked to where I was standing and shook her head.

“That foolish man made you cry?” Without warning, she brushed past me and made her way inside the living room.

“You piece of shit! You lowlife! How dare you make my sister cry?! How dare you?!” She yelled.

With a speed of light, I rushed in to hold her and I was glad that I did, or else Bayo would have received some hot slaps that afternoon.

“Who do you think you are? How dare you make my sister cry? Tori never cries, and it can mean only one thing….” She lunged at him again this time almost punching him in the face. It took everything in me to beg her to let go.

“We shall see,” she snapped at Bayo.
Bayo was too stunned to talk or do anything. He had never seen my sister so angry.

Picking up Nala, my sister and I left the house.

Before getting into the car, I stared at the house which used to be my happy place and hissed.

Bayo and I were madly in love, but things began to get worse daily, and this was the end of our love story.

Yes, I love him, but loving and hurting at the same time was not the type of love I envisaged.

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What do I see?
I see a sad cat.

What do I feel?
The cat is sad but still keeping its cool

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