Pitfalls

I found out why Bambi was upset. It was me. All the little things I did pissed him off. From the way I praised bow ties (he hates them), to how I called a color Coral instead of Pink. He just got pissed off and when I tried talking to him, he snapped at me. I decided to just stop talking to him. I ignored his texts. I tried to absorb myself in the tv and not think about it. As soon as I got enveloped in the television, I heard a bang coming from upstairs. I muted the tv and listened. I heard arguing. It was my parents. This is the last thing I needed to hear. My parents screaming and cursing at each other. I went upstairs and slammed their door shut as loud and hard as I could. The screaming paused for a moment then resumed. I went back downstairs to try and drown out my life. I texted Bambi back. We continued to argue until 3am. I gave up and turned off my phone.
I slept until noon. I woke up, washed my face and listened to the silence. No one was home. I turned my phone on and saw Bambi had texted me a lot. I ignored him. I went online and browsed the web. My dad came home and made me soup. Green pea soup with hot dogs in it. I  picked out the hot dogs and ate as much as I could stomach. It was gross. My dad said it was a childhood favorite of his. I guess he was a strange child. Anyway, I ate then began chores. I did the dishes and dusted. Now I had to empty a huge break-front cabinet we have in my dining room. I spent over an hour taking everything out and organizing it. We have a lot of expensive old china, Waterford Crystal glasses, and antiques. I probably handled thousands of dollars worth of nonsense. It was exhausting and annoying. After I emptied the whole case, my parents moved it to another room. Then I had to put all the shit back into the case. I brought the stuff handful by handful while my mother put it inside. When I was finished, I sat on my couch and saw Bambi had sent me a picture of himself in a bow tie. Today was his training. I had almost forgotten. I started to text him. It was awkward. It still is. However, he told me that he needed to cut his hair for the job. He has long curly hair, but he keeps it pulled back into a ponytail. I call it his poof. I got really sad and thought about how different he would look with short hair. Then he told me he was only kidding. Thank god. One of the things I love about him is his crazy hair. He and I seem to be talking normally now. Not as angry or vindictive as before. He wants to call me and tell me about his training day. He sounds anxious about it. I hope he enjoyed it. No matter how angry I get at him, I always find myself loving him more and more each day.