The Complete Moron
A R C H E R
Twenty-two Years Old
“Why are you upset?” She asked as we entered our bedroom while she was looking at me angrily from the corner of her eyes.
“I am not upset.” I responded in a soft voice.
“Yes you are.” She insisted intently while she was looking angrily at me. “All I did was ask you a simple question about her. You are being so sensitive and overreacting again."
“She was doing it again,” I thought to myself once again. “Making me feel like I am the one creating the issues and that I am the problem of this relationship.”
“See!? There you go again with that look in your eyes!”
“What???” I chimed while my brows creased in the middle of my forehead. “I am just telling you how I feel, and that was a mean thing to say about another woman who was just be
