a poophead can totally change a casual conversation or even an argument. And when your response is to say “your mom”, things just keep escalating in ways you didn’t think were possible. It wasn't always fun but we never lost interest in each other and that's saying something for two people who get bored easily. We both moved to LA at similar times so we were always anxious to get out and see what the city had to offer. We went to the beach, baseball games and out to eat on a regular basis. We took trips to Las Vegas and San Diego and had fun when all we did was hang out and watch a movie. And it was all a blast. I went out with her and my friends for my most recent birthday and because of her it was my favorite birthday of all time. Eventually though, things began to deteriorate. She had a good job but she hated working there while I was unhappy with what my life in LA had turned into so we ended up taking out our frustrations on each other. We did have a lot in common but that worked against us since we could both be selfish and unwilling to compromise. She was a master manipulator and I would often say or do things just to see what her reaction would be which led to a battle of wits to see who would outsmart who. It could be more intense than sex but rarely as rewarding. Somehow though, and in someway, I think it underscored the
passion we had for each other because no matter what we said or did to each other we both kept coming back for more. It was clear something wasn’t working but neither of us knew what to do as we constantly fought and made up in what quickly became a tedious cycle. One night, long after we started having issues, her roommate told me I should propose to her and it completely floored me because she was sure Michelle would say yes. The fact that I was even considering it stunned me even more. Despite all of our personal problems and all of the issues we had with our relationship, we had something special. When I told her I loved her, I meant it. And I think she did too. At this point in our lives though, that wasn’t going to be enough for either of us. When I first told her about leaving she reacted in typical enough fashion. She was an emotional person and when she was overwhelmed she would let loose without thinking about what she was saying. She unleashed a stream of insults that really wasn't one of her better
outbursts and I had seen plenty to compare it to. It certainly didn’t top her yelling at the transvestite who tried to hit on me. That one was backed by anger though, and she seemed to be more upset this time. Anger always leads to better fights. Eventually she calmed down and voiced her concerns. She was worried about my going from place to place with no set area to stay. She was also concerned about whether or not I’d really gain anything from the experience. She really did care about me. We had a complicated relationship because we both had such strong feelings for each other but there was always something holding us back. There