Chapter 4
After a few great, relaxing days at the shore, Jay and I returned to a home filled with sniping and tension initiated mainly by him. Less than twenty-four hours after leaving Cape May, Jay went from being a prince to a prick. He was angry and agitated over uncontrollable things like the traffic and, strangely enough, the weather.
“I can’t f*****g believe it’s raining again,” he complained Wednesday morning.
On Thursday, he snapped at me for buying a brand of toothpaste that he didn’t like and practically jumped down my throat when my response was for him to buy his own toothpaste. Clearly, something was going on with him and when I asked what was wrong, he denied anything was amiss.
“Then why are you being such an asshole?” I asked. “Have I done something to you?” I knew I ha
