I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time impatiently. 'Where is he?' I fumbled through my over sized purse searching for my cellphone. Just when I located it, my boyfriends black BMW 745 pulled infront of me. I threw my cellphone back in my purse, and got into the car with much attitude.

"What's your problem?", he asked pulling off quickly.

"Your an hour late Sean!", I said in a very irritated tone. "I'm really getting tired of this Sean, maybe I should just make other arrangements until my car is fixed."

Sean had been taking, and picking me up from work for the last week, since my car had been undergoing maintenance. Everyday he was consistently late on picking me up. And not just a few minutes late, more like an hour or so late. He owns his own business so it's not like he's stuck at the office. At this point I was officially irritated.

"Sorry baby I got caught up with some work...it wont happen again", he said with a slight smile.

"It's always something with you", I complained. I turned and faced the window, hoping that he would stop talking to me.

Sean, and I had been together for about two years now, and things weren't going smoothly. I found myself often irritated by him. I don't know if were growing apart, or I'm simply losing intrest.

He slowly pulled up infront of my cozy townhouse, and turned off the engine. "Can I come in", he asked.

"Yes", I said before getting out of the car. I walked up the stone pathway to my front door, and unlocked it. I walked into the kitchen to see what I could prepare for dinner.

"Maybe we should order out", he suggested after watching me rumble through the freezer.

"Chinese would be nice", I said. I looked through my kitchen drawer that contained all my carryout menus. "Found it!", I said holding up the menu.

Since we always ordered the same thing, it was easy to put our order in. In fact the woman knows my voice, so she can tell me what my order is saving me the trouble.

After hanging up, I joined Sean out on the living room on the couch. He looked as if he was in deep thought. "Are you okay?", I asked.

"Yeah", he said. "I've just been doing some thinking babe."

"About what?", I asked curiously.

"About us he said turning to face me. I don't like the way things have been going between us latley. It seems like you've been chewing my head off about everything, and I'm not feeling it. I ry to be a good man, but you always find something to nag at me about. It's like I'm dating my mother or something."

I sat there silent for a few moments, trying to decide how I was going to respond. "Sean first let me say I'm glad you brought this to my attention. I complain because you give me ample reason to. For example picking me up every single day from work atleast an hour late is not acceptable! I would never do that to you Sean, and you know it. That's why I complain!", I said looking at hime like he was crazy.

"Well regardless...I'm just not feeling us right now Desiree", he said nonchalantly.

"So what are you saying...you trying to end it?", I asked feeling very angry.

He shrugged his shoulders. I just stared at him in shock. 'Why is he acting so nonchalant', I thought.

"Who is she?", I asked reffering to the other woman I assumed he was sleeping with.

"You don't know her", he responded casually.

I was speechless, although the idea of him cheating crossed my mind I didn't want it to actually be true. What just happened? What am I supposed to do now?

"How long has this been going on?" I managed to say. I was actually afraid to find out the answer.

"Does it really matter?" he asked.

"Yes it really matters!" I yelled, and jumped up. I began pacing the floor. "How long!?!" I yelled standing directly infront of him.

"Like six months" he said leaning back and resting both his arms on the back of the couch.

I couldn't believe how laid back he was about this. For this past six months, the man I had grown to love has been cheating on me. My blood was boiling, as I looked at him sitting there care free. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me?

"You don't have any remorse do you?" I asked.

"Everything happens for a reason" he responded.

I lunged at him, and began punching as hard as I could. I was in a total rage, I couldn't stopped myself.

"What the hell is your problem?" he yelled trying to push me off of him. He pushed me back with some force, causing me to fall back into my glass coffee table, and needless to say it shattered. A few of the small glass peices scraped my legs.

"See what you done" he said clearly annoyed. Look at this mess you made in here. Get yourself together" he said stepping around me, and heading towards the front door.

 I stood up and brushed myself off. "Get out of my house" I mumbled and walked upstairs to my bathroom to retrieve my first aid kit.