"it's been the last fight today. he is over protective of me. at first I had thought it was some overpowering love for me. but it seems that every time I try to go out with some friends to have some distance from him he starts to fight me about it and gets jealous. yes I admit at first I was clinging to him. but with time we simply need some space to be able to know that we really love each other. but ever since I have gotten a new job it seems as if I have been doing things differently in his eyes. I have to stay out later for the work to be done. sometimes I have business meetings that I have to attend to, which he dislikes. I have no space anymore. we have not had a single conversation since my work. we hardly see each other and I'm getting scared that he thinks I'm cheating on him or something. last night we tried to make love. everything was going smoothly until he pulled out and off of me, he walked away and left for the bar. right then and there. without saying a word. he never holds me anymore, its like I'm sick and dirty to him. I'm scared that he might be cheating on me.
i don't want that. we have had many fights over this relationship. fights about us and our work schedules. each day I feel as if we are going to argue, each night I feel as if I'm being pushed away from him. I love him, I know I do, I would do anything for him. he just has to speak to me."
reading that passage from her journal makes me wonder now why I would get into fights with her. then again finding her journal here makes me wonder why she left it. could it be that she had planned this all out and that she knew ahead of time that she was going to cheat on me. use me for whatever she needed. maybe that's why I found the diary, it was the only thing she left here. it has to be the reason why she would leave it and not tell me. I hate that, I hate how that is in my mind and that I know its the truth. maybe it is, maybe it isn't but it feels like it is. I recall one fight we had, it was our first fight. it was over a friend of hers. she worked with him. scott was his name. I remember it. he had come home with her and I wasn't there yet. I was at work on a late shift. I came into the apartment and found her sitting on the couch next to him watching a movie. I forget which, some girl movie that would make her cry and sob. but he had his arm around her, the lights were off and she was sitting next to him, holding him. that split second when she realized I was there watching her, seeing me standing there blinking at her and him, she moved away from him. she was ashamed at it. I couldn't stand it. I had to leave. Scott stood up and tried to make fun chat with me. I didn't like him. I didn't like his attitude I didn't like him sitting near my girl, MY GIRL!!!