Sentimental Trash

She threw her glass of wine at me.1

She was pissed cause I told her she was sentimental trash.2

Out of pure impulse I threw my beer can at her. Regretting that it was empty. 3

She got up, screaming,"Your such an asshole".4

I called her a cunt and walked to the fridge to get another beer, and sat down on the side of the couch that wasn't wet from the wine she threw at me. 5

"Your only good for three things, booze, sex, and a bed to sleep in."6

I must of flipped that internal switch women have. The one that triggers irrationality. She let out an infuriated growl/scream, and walked to our bedroom. I remained on the couch until I heard her fumbling wildly through the closet. I walked towards the room as she stormed by, a heap of clothes in her arms, ignoring my presence, eyes fixed with contentment on the front door. I thought nothing could penetrate her determination.7

"You stupid cunt, I swear to god" 8

Almost instantly she turned around, her eyes resembling a bewildered, starving, lion.9

"WHAT did you call me?!" She roared. "What the FUCK did you call me?"10

Her persistent anger surprised me, but I didn't let the shock translate to my facial expression.11

"YOU STUPID CUNT!", "I CALLED YOU A GOD DAMN STUPID CUNT, DO YOU NEED ME TO SAY YOU LOUDER YOU SLEAZY BITCH?"12

She said nothing back. She proceeded towards the door, opened it, and through my clothes of the edge. I knew I shouldn't have let her get a 3rd story apartment. I ran out and looked over the ledge, the little clothes I had fluttered to the ground like snow, sprawling out all over the parking lot. I went back in side and slammed the door as hard as I could.13

"You worthless little snatch!" I muttered.14

I grabbed my pack of smokes off the coffee table, took the rest of the 12 pack of beer and my notebook full of writing off the nightstand and walked outside. My clothes were everywhere. Some on the neighbors car, others in rain puddles. I scooped up all everything, ignoring the mud they left on my shirt, and walked down to the bar at the corner of the street. I walked in and set everything on the ground next to me, covering the beer with a muddy shirt.15

The bartender looked at me as if I was a lost pup. He gave off an immediate sense of sympathy, the last thing I wanted. I looked up at him.16

"Double shot of Wild Turkey..."17