There are two people in my life, one living under my roof, who are so completely
taken with each other that they cannot see past their raging
sexual compulsions. We will call them John and Jane. John, age 15, is related to me by blood, while Jane is his
girlfriend, also 15 although a
month older and a grade
ahead in school. They met about two years ago at the
skating rink of all places. This was
back in the day when John wore nothing but
Jinco Jeans and everyone thought skating was the coolest thing to do. Jane is a
chearleader from the next town over. They somehow ended up
together, and are STILL together to this day. But their relationship has been absolutely nothing but a
pain in the ass to everyone involved. They
argue,
scream at each other daily,
throw things, and every wall and door in the basement has a
hole in it from when John
lost his temper yet again after one of his arguments over the phone with his
beloved Jane. They have been keeping track of how many times they've
done it, and I was recently informed that they average
twelve times per
weekend. How do they manage to be so
busy between all that fighting? Anyway, here's what happened today...
I answered the phone around three o'clock; it was Jane calling from her work, asking for John. John and his drug-addicted toothpick-sized buddy were out and about and I had been told to keep quiet about it. Jane burst into tears, saying John had given her bruises while they were fighting last night, that he was going to ruin her life. She became hysterical and her boss ordered her to go home. Of course I had to go pick her up since her parents were busy. I got to listen to how much she hated John the entire way home. "So why don't you break up?" I ask. She gave me the most offended look and asked "Why would I ever do that? I won't let him get away from me that easily." AHH!! The things that must be going through those kids' heads.