Charge it to the Game

I plan on going out hunting and rustling up some new prospects, but instead I end up on the phone, arguing with my girl. Like usual, carry over stuff from her personal life sparks some anger and now she wants to argue with me. I'm her whipping boy for the next 45 minutes. I'm drunk so I argue back with her about various things and it is tiring.

I shouldn't do it, but I go to her place, fuck her, and pass the fuck out.

The next morning is different though and she's mad about things she was mad about the night before and before the sex and she's mad I came over and we fucked which doesn't make sense but I also remind myself that she doesn't have to make sense and my attempts to understand the lack of rationality in this sequence of events is a futile endeavor to put it mildly.

She's mad I was out.
She's mad I got drunk.
She's mad I came over and we had sex instead of talking even though she was half asleep when I got there and asked me to cum inside of her.

But again, I remind myself, she's a woman and you can't hold her responsible for what she says now or later but now or later doesn't mean in retrospect and you definitely can't hold her accountable for how she felt in a particular moment nor can you expect consistency so I do my best to let it go and just accept she'll always find something to be dramatic about and the theatrics are getting tiresome even if I am growing accustomed to them and the storms though they seem serious are no longer as imposing as they once were and I accept that I'm leaving this place anyway as soon as my ***** issues resolve and so if she breaks it off it would actually be in my best interests.

I grab my gear and head to the gym and sweat out this hangover.