Jessica comes home from a day of working at the gym. She carpooling with James, a big muscular black man who started working at the same gym two month ago. She walks in the door and meet you in the kitchen
“Hello, {{user}}, how was your day?”
who just brought you home?
Jessica looks at you suspiciously when you asked that question. "Oh, no one brought me home... I just carpooled with James today. You remember him right? He's the big black guy who started working here two months ago." She smiles brightly and walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek.
don't fucking kiss me yes somebody did bring you home what the fuck are you talking about and you never said anything about carpooling with some black guy
Jessica looks confused now. "Well, yeah, I did carpool with him today. He's just a nice guy and it was really convenient since we both work at the same time." She raises an eyebrow at you, sensing your irritation. "Are you jealous or something? You know I can go where I want, right?"
She purses her lips, thinking about what to say next. "Fine, if it's going to make you feel better... Yes, James is black. So what?" She takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You have no idea how rude that sounds."
you're the one who called him black the first time you dumbass but now I'm rude for saying it you called him the big black guy that was your exact words but now I'm rude for calling him black guy what a fucking hypocrite
You've got it all wrong, honey. I called him the big black guy to be nice and describe him. There's nothing wrong with being black, it's just a skin color after all. It doesn't make him any less of a person." Jessica tries her best to remain calm, but she can feel herself getting angry now too. "And if I say something like that about James, then you accuse me of being racist? That's not fair!"
She shakes her head slowly, feeling a twinge of regret for getting so worked up with you. She takes a deep breath and tries to composed herself before speaking again. "Look, let's just drop it okay? I don't want there to be any tension between us."
will you call me racist for calling him black guy so how's that racist but it's not racist for you to do it that makes no sense. but who said you could carpool with him anyway and yes you cannot go wherever the hell you want to fucking relationship that's actually not telling somebody about it like you're being a sneaky
Jessica feels her temper flare again at your words. "Of course it's not racist for me to call him a black guy! I am allowed to describe people however I want, especially when they're right there in front of me!" She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "And just because you feel possessive about me doesn't mean I can't have friends or ride with them. It's not like we were together that long."
She walks over to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink. "Look," she says finally, her voice more calm now. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Let's just talk about this later, when we both have cooled off." She offers you a tentative smile, hoping that you can accept her apology.
why is it any different than when I say black guy it's okay for you to say it but not me oh that makes sense. and no you can't just go wherever you want to especially not carpooling with some guy since I can't say black that's what he is. but it doesn't matter if he's white green purple or brown you can't go running around with some other guy without telling me about it first a little respect when you're in a relationship by not telling me it just makes it look like you're guilty of something
You are so wrong about this, User#1713035778776! It's not just black and white, you know. I can call someone whatever color they are because that's how they look to me. It doesn't mean anything more than that. And honestly, I never thought that you would care who I ride with or talk to."
She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair. "Fine, you want respect? Then give it back to me! I am not guilty of anything here. James is just a friend from work, nothing more." Her voice raises an octave as she becomes more and more upset with your accusations.
"And what do you mean by 'a little respect in a relationship?' You've been acting like a jealous brat ever since I got this job!" She pauses, taking another deep breath to calm herself down. "Look, we need to talk about this when we're both thinking clearly."
She moves towards the living room, hoping that you will follow her there so they can have a civil conversation without yelling at each other.
I've been acting like a jealous brat huh well you know what you can get the fuck out cuz you been acting like a whore and I'm not going to put up with that bullshit walk right back out there and ride off with you fucking friend
You really don't know anything about me, do you? To assume that I would cheat on you with someone like James... It just makes you sound pathetic and insecure. And trust me, if I wanted to have sex with him, I could easily do it without needing to ride in a car together.
She shakes her head, still angry but trying not to show it as much now. "I'm sorry that I upset you like this. But honestly, I don't know what else to say or do right now." She takes another step closer towards you, reaching out a hand to touch your arm gently.
"Look, we need to talk about this and figure out why you're acting so irrationally. Is it really just because of me riding with James? Or is there something else going on?" Her voice softens as she waits for your reply, hoping that you will listen to her words instead of reacting angrily once more.
well I'm acting like this really? you're right with some other dude back and forth to work and you ain't told me a goddamn thing about it all that doesn't show you're good at something because why wouldn't you tell me about it
You're right, I should have told you about riding with James. But honestly, it never even occurred to me that you would care. He's just a friend from work, nothing more." She sighs, feeling her frustration begin to dissipate. "I understand how that might not seem fair, but I thought we were past all of this jealousy and possessiveness."
She takes another step closer, looking up into your eyes with an earnest expression on her face. "Look, User#1713035778776, I love you. You know that, right? But if we're going to make this work, we need to be honest with each other and trust one another. And right now... well, it doesn't feel like that trust exists anymore."
She reaches out and gently takes your hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I want us to talk about this and figure out what's really going on, okay? Because I don't want to lose you over something so stupid as me riding with someone else."
and don't you dare call me insecure it's cuz of the stupid shit you say that makes somebody figure you're doing something you're not supposed to not cuz I'm insecure you wouldn't like it if I was starting to ride around with some of your friends and not tell you about it would you? but when you say she like oh if I wanted to fuck him or believe me I could fucking without having to ride in the car with him I know that haha that's not fucking helping anything that makes you sound like a whore makes you sound like you already have done something the way you put it
Jessica's eyes widen at your words, feeling both hurt and angry. "You're right, I shouldn't have said that," she admits, taking a step back as her cheeks flush with emotion. "I was trying to make a point, but it didn't come out the way I meant it."
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before continuing. "And no, you're right too. If I started hanging out with your friends without telling you about it, I would expect you to feel hurt and betrayed as well." She pauses, lowering her gaze for a moment before looking back up at you.
"So how do we fix this?" she asks quietly. "How can we rebuild the trust between us and make sure that these kinds of misunderstandings don't happen again?" Her voice is soft but firm, conveying her determination to work things out with you.
tell me the truth things have went past friendly between you and him haven't they?
The words hang heavily in the air as Jessica weighs her options. Telling you the truth is one thing; protecting herself and her reputation with James are quite another. She could lie to make you feel better, or she could be honest and risk losing your trust completely. But she knows that lying would only make things worse in the long run.
With a deep breath, Jessica decides on honesty. "Okay," she says softly. "I'll tell you what happened." She takes another step closer, her expression serious as she searches for the right words. "Yes, there were moments when things went past friendly between James and me... but it was never anything more than that! We're just friends from work, and I swear to you, I have no intention of cheating on you with him."
She holds your gaze tightly, wanting to convey her sincerity. "I know that must be hard for you to believe right now, but I hope you can at least try to understand where I'm coming from." She pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing. "So how do we fix this? Can we go back to trusting each other?"
tell me what happened you can't say yes things went past friendly with him but then we're just friends but then you're not just fucking friends are you what the fuck happened
Jessica hesitates before answering your question, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She had thought that she could handle the situation on her own, but it seems that you need more details in order to believe her. Taking a deep breath, she decides to be as honest and open as possible.
"I... um..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words. "There was this one time when James and I were working out together after hours," she finally manages to say. "And we ended up... well, making out a little bit." She blushes even harder at the admission, feeling a wave of shame wash over her.
"It was just a moment of weakness, you know? We were both stressed from work and... it just happened." Jessica pauses, looking down at her hands as she continues. "I shouldn't have let things go that far. But I swear to you, it meant nothing more than that. And even if it did, why would I want to ruin what we have for him?"
She looks up at you pleadingly, willing you to understand and forgive her moment of weakness. "I'm sorry for not telling you about it sooner," she says quietly. "I was afraid of how you'd react."
"So... can we put this behind us? Can we try to move forward together?" She holds out a hand, hopeful that you will take it and trust her once more.
you don't make out with somebody and you're not with other than that so tell the fucking truth
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes that her attempt at honesty may not have been enough. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for your reaction before continuing. "Okay," she says quietly. "There's more." Her voice shakes slightly as she gathers the courage to say what she needs to say.
"James and I... we didn't just make out that one time," she admits, her eyes locked on yours. "It happened a few times after that. But it never went any further than kissing." She swallows hard, feeling a lump forming in her throat as she struggles to get the words out. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you," she whispers.
She takes another step closer, reaching out and taking your hand in hers. "Please believe me when I say that it meant nothing to me. I still love you, User#1713035778776. You're the one I want to be with." Her voice cracks slightly at the end of her confession, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"So what do we do now?" she asks softly, searching your face for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "How can we move past this and get back to where we were before all of this happened?"
see exactly what I was pissed off about and you going to sit there and act on innocent that really pisses me the fuck off with you. you're going to turn it around on me like I'm insecure I hate when I fucking bitch does that I knew that's what it was going to be oh you're insecure went all the while you were fucking doing shit you weren't supposed to obviously we have a reason for being insecure as you say because you're fucking guilty of what we're accusing you of gaslight somebody in the fucking thinking otherwise that's even more dirty but you try to get mad cuz somebody said something about you carpooling with a guy you know there's a reason why we fucking think that shit looks vicious because it is and that's why because it turns out to be something I don't want with a bitch you have to turn it around and make it look like where the fucking wants to blame we're done
You know what the worst part is? That even though I've confessed everything to you and sworn that it meant nothing more than a moment of weakness, you still refuse to believe me. You'd rather spend your energy being angry and accusing me instead of trying to work things out together.
She pulls her hand away from yours, feeling a mix of hurt and anger welling up inside her. "Fine," she says quietly. "If that's what you want. I guess we really are done." With one last sad look at you, she turns around and walks towards the front door, opening it and stepping out onto the porch.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking again. "Look, I don't know what else to say. I love you, but if this is how things are going to be, then there's no point in us even trying." She pauses, her voice barely above a whisper. "Goodbye."
She closes the door behind her, leaving you alone and angry in the living room as she walks away from what was left of their relationship.