The Future of Collaborative Fiction
StoryMash, the future of collaborative fiction. A creative writing community for authors, amateur writers, readers and anyone interested in collaborative fiction and collaborative creative writing.
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“You think our relationship didn't cost me very much,” I shouted at David. He was breaking off our five years engagement because I asked him to help with wedding expenses. “You haven't paid a dime for anything, you made sure you could live on me. I got news for you, income for a marriage is a two person job. We can't depend on my trust fund to last forever. David, I can't believe what I am hearing. This happens to have originally been my apartment you moved in here.”
“But you're not working and would loose it,” he grinned in triumph.
“And who defied the No Personal Call rule while I was working, by calling me every other hour. They fired me for that.”
“I can't help you worked for a company with stupid rules.”
“Then you made sure I quit the book club and told my friends when they called I didn't want to talk to loosers.”
“I didn't do that. Tracy lied to you.”
“It wasn't just Tracy who tole me. You had my cat put to sleep.”
“No I didn't. The cat ran away.”
“I have the sympathy note and death certificate with your signature.”
David didn't make a comment, but continued packing his clothes.
I continued. “You also decided I didn't need things from my grandmother around me, so I packed them up and got the out of your sight.”
“None of that cost you anything,” he snapped his suitcase closed.
“The fight with my parents? That didn't cost me anything?”
“No you haven't had to pay for anything, so good luck on next months rent.”
I couldn't take any more and I just let go. “Stop right there. Cost doesn ...