I closed the passenger side door and looked at him over the top of the car. He looked back, unaware. "Why do you always do that?" I asked, clearly frustrated.
"What?" He asked.
"At the end of every night you always say something to ruin it."
"I don't know," he said, meeting me on the sidewalk. "I guess I just like confrontation." Frank didn't seem to grasp the idea that I wanted a guy to be sweet and loving and everything I ever needed. All his ex's that I knew of seemed to be what I would call 'tramps'. And why did he have so many single friends with kids? Why did he go out of his way to take care of these other women's children?

Molly said I was immaculate compared to girls he was used to hanging out with and dating. She said he was intimidated by me. My cousins warn him not to fuck it up. Or else. And he knows better than to do so. But sometimes I wonder why he acts the way he does. Why he openly checks out other women, how he can ignore me on the couch when I purposely wore what he asked me to.

Since Frank's an only child he still lived with his parents and why not? He had no reason not to. He was going to inherit everything and didn't have a gf to live with or kids. He had lived on his own before; he had a house in the Florida Keys, until a hurricane washed it away and he came back to wonderful Michigan. He had a million stories to tell and he was interesting, which is what fuels my patience. What will happen when the patience runs out? What will happen when my heart can't take anymore?