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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Jan 21, 2013 0:02:50 GMT -5
"You're really going to leave? Just because we got into an argument? Fine! Go! Be just like your mother and walk right out on your son! Maybe I should find someone else who I don't always have to constantly live in fear of upsetting because they'll just get up and leave." Elizabeth fired back as she followed him around while he packed. Andy was screaming so hysterically that his little face was red which was making Cinnamon bark.. All of the noise in this house was starting to give Beth a headache but she didn't want to give in even if that would stop the drama.
"If you were really committed then you would suck it the fuck up and stick around, Andrew! You wouldn't be packing your suitcase and getting ready to go God knows where just because we had a fucking fight and you sure as hell wouldn't leave your only son here! Do you not realize he is the only baby we are ever going to have? And you're going to just walk away from him!" She was yelling over said child's crying... Like a good mother but hey, at least she was holding him and trying to sooth him a little bit.
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Post by Andrew Tuxon on Jan 21, 2013 16:05:20 GMT -5
"How dare you, Elizabeth. How dare you compare me to my mother." Andrew stared at her. She knew exactly how his mother left the family to be with some other man from their town. She knew how much he despised his mother, and that his mother is the reason he treated girls like toys through his teenage years. "If I was like my mother, I'd stay here and argue until you couldn't stand me. Then I'd pretend everything is okay and then on day you'd wake up and I'd be gone and so would the neighbor. You'd never hear from me unless I wanted money. Don't you ever compare me to that bitch again, Elizabeth." Saying her full name tasted foreign on his tongue.
After a moment of glaring at Beth, listening, and catching his breath, Andrew's anger boiled up again. "What do you expect me to do?! Stay here and listen to you bitch about how you want to have some fancy wedding? CAN YOU AFFORD TO FLY TO PARIS? Can YOU afford to pay for this wedding? Do YOU have the money for this? NO ELIZABETH, you don't!!!" Andrew looked at her, breathing through his mouth. He shook his head and threw his suitcase on the floor.
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Post by Elizabeth Hanson on Jan 21, 2013 18:15:10 GMT -5
Elizabeth knew that she had gone too far and that this whole argument was getting out of hand but she couldn't stop herself like word vomit so she just kept going. She was kind of on a roll with this whole thing. "Oh really now? Do you forget who pays the mortgage on this fucking house, Andrew? Or whose name is on it? Mine. I fucking got us this house so don't you dare play the no money card with me." She readjusted Andy on her hip for the fourth time, at least, before storming out of the bedroom with Cinnamon at her heels. "But whatever, Andrew! You can stay here and I'll go stay with Cassidy. Is that what you want? To have this whole damn house to yourself? I hope you're happy here alone!"
She was looking for her car keys which was proving to be a bigger challenge than expected. "Maybe.. Maybe this is a sign that we shouldn't have gotten back together in the first place, Andrew. Maybe we just aren't meant to be together because clearly you don't want the same things that I do and we're obviously never going to agree on this." She wanted Paris.. The fairy tale princess wedding that she had always dreamed of and he wanted.. well he obviously didn't care.
This is why they couldn't have nice things!
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