Men Don't Cry

                                    

                                          
I awoke on Saturday morning to someone violently banging on my door. I listened attentively for a moment, waiting to see if they would stop and give up. No way in hell was I leaving my bed just to answer the fucking door. If somebody wanted to see me so bad they could wait patiently for me to wake up.
                          
My phone buzzed from my nightstand. I glared at it willing it to just magically come to me so I wouldn't have to stretch to grab it. I was not  a morning person. My phone finally shut up and the knocking stopped. I relaxed and went back to closing my eyes. 
                          
I was quickly interrupted by Claire's voice as she started screaming at me from my hallway. 
                          
"Open up the fucking door you lazy bitch" I let out a loud groan in embarrassment. For gods sake all of my neighbors probably just heard my girlfriend refer to me as a "lazy bitch". I snatched my phone from my dresser and dialed her number violently. It rang for only half a second.
                          
"Shut the fuck up Claire, I'm coming for gods sake just wait" I said impatiently. I waited for her response but she quiet. 
                          
"Like you're coming or you're cumming? Cause I can help you out with the seco-" I hung up swiftly the second the vulgar words left her mouth. I could hear her laughing hysterically from the hallway. I sighed in exhaustion. Claire was a lot to deal with sometimes, in a good way of course. I think. 
                          
I pulled myself out of bed and sluggishly made my way to the door. Once I opened it Claire shot me an innocent smile. "You missed me?" she asked a happy skip in her step as she let herself in. I mumbled a bitter "No" to which she only responded with laughter. She kicked her shoes off and they made a loud thump as they collided with my white wall and then tumbled onto the dark wooden floors. Claire's short wavy hair was let down with a white beanie on her head. She wore leggings and a yellow cropped tank top. Her outfit was pulled together with a fluffy brown jacket that was definitely a size to big for her. She padded softly across the wooden floor virtually making no sound because of her fuzzy socks.
                          
"So I missed you at lunch yesterday" she stated as she made her way to the kitchen. I only hummed in response. "We'll have your little 'talk' later okay? You know I'm not a morning person" I said once I joined her in the kitchen. She just nodded in agreement a small laugh leaving her lips.
                          
She popped open my fridge and peered at it. She frowned and glanced at me before shaking her head in disapproval. 
                          
"Have you been eating well?" she asked me as she continued to stare at the empty fridge. "That's why the fridge is empty. Of course I'm eating well" I told her as I waved my hand in the direction of the fridge in reference. Claire knew I had the tendency to skip meals when I was feeling more down than usual. 
                          
I originally thought she was pleased by my answer but quickly anger overtook her features. She stormed in the direction of the bathroom. I broke out in a cold sweat once I realized what she was doing.
                          
Claire being the absolutely overbearing girlfriend she is, she likes to count how many pills are in my bottle and subtracts one number from that total every single day. Every now and then she counts them to make sure I'm taking them. I've never really been known to stop taking them before so I knew this was her just being paranoid. Although this time I felt incredibly guilty. Usually the number of pills were perfect because before this week I was taking them regularly and religiously. This time though I had actually stopped taking them, so this time I really did have something to worry about.
                          
I knew she would count them, and I know she is going to be disappointed. Immediately I felt nauseous and made my way to my bed to curl up under the covers. My stomach twisted uncomfortably. 
                          
I'm sorry Claire. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.