By the time Timmy returns to the apartment, I’m waiting for him.
“You fucking left in the middle of the night and went to meth tents!” I yell the second he walks through the door.
“They’re nice people,” he shrugs, as if that excuses anything. “They’rewaynicer to me than you are.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”I yell back. “Go enjoy your life in a tent with your fake friends from the beach, then! They’re literallyyour only ‘friends,’ and it’s because they don’t even know you! Give them five minutes and they’ll figure you out.”
He stays calm, his demeanor infuriatingly composed. “See?” he says. “You’re so fucking abusive. Listen to you. You’re exactly like my ex.”
I laugh bitterly. “Well, maybe she was sick of your bullshit, too!”
His composure cracks. He flinches, his expression hardening, and then he smirks, looking smug. “Wow,” he whispers. “I see you. Here she is. The real Margaux.”
“This is fucking insane,” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “Youare fucking insane!”
“That’s it,” he snaps. “I’m giving away the mattresses and the TV. I’m done.”
“Fine,” I reply, my voice flat. “I’ll just go buy new ones. I don’t need your hand-me-down shit, anyway.”
He narrows his eyes. “None of your friends are real friends, by the way,” he says. “They’re just people you cover the tab for at bars.”
I roll my eyes. “What the actual fuck, Timmy? You’re theonlyperson I cover the tab for at bars.”
“You have such a drinking problem, Margaux,” he says, ignoring me entirely and heading toward the fridge. “Hey, I’ll let you keep the mattresses and the TV if you give me a hard seltzer.”
The irony of his accusations contrasted with his actions is not lost on me.
“I don’t want your things, Timmy,” I say, exasperated. “I don’t care what you do with them. And you’re not having a seltzer.”
He glares at me for a moment before retreating to the back room.
I think it’s over until he suddenly bursts into the hallway, sprints to the fridge, grabs a hard seltzer, and runs back to the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
“Stealing a seltzer that I paid for with my life savings ismoreloser behavior!”I yell through the door.
“Fuck you!”he screams back.
Me:
He just came out and STOLE a SELTZER
Alice:
Seltzer?
At least make it something worth it.
Grab some Jim Beam.
Me:
I can’t stop calling him a loser, because he won’t stop acting like one.
Ugh. And comparing me to his ex the way he did.
Some of the things she told me she did weren’t okay.
But I’m sure she was sick of his nonsense at some point.