1987

Kirk was like the sweetest boyfriend that you could ever ask for. He was like your comfort person, the one you could talk too during any minor inconvenience that came up, and he was there for it all. You loved how sweet he was with you and that he always showed you the value of understanding. Kirk was like the love of your life and you were the love of his as well, you two were so in love that you guys lived with one another.

For the past week though your emotions had been off. Anytime Kirk would ask you something you would either get mad or start crying, and lately you just had like a really bad temper. He noticed all this and to avoid arguments he would just kind of walk around egg shells when he spoke to you, he didn’t know what the problem was but just thought that it was your hormones acting weird since you were normally sweet to him.

One morning he had woke up before you to make you your favorite breakfast, while doing so the delicious scent had filled the air and it woke you up. Right when you got up the bed felt weird, you flipped the covers off your leg and seen that you just started your period. And suddenly the past week had made sense, this was the worst way to start off your morning. You let out an annoyed sigh, got up from bed and got in the shower. By the time you were done taking your shower Kirk had just got done with making breakfast. You went to put the sheets and covers and in the washer and when Kirk seen you walk to the kitchen he sweetly told you good morning.

You just rolled your eyes at him and kept walking to get the the sheets the dryer. By this point Kirk was frustrated, he had been trying to nice and patient with you but this was his breaking point. He scoffed and watched you walk past him so then he just spoke his mind from there.

Kirk: Dammit, I been trying to be nice to you but you just been acting like a real bitch lately and for what?

When he said that you were a little in shock due to the face he had never called you out your name before. You stopped walking and turned to him which made you feel angry on the inside as you heard the word “Bitch” replay in your heard. The scent of the food he was making was still in the air as the sound of eggs sizzling filled the tense background.