You...fucking...asshole.While on the phone with my mother, he walks over and leans down into me.
Greg: "You ever just have one of those days when things are already bad but then suddenly something comes along and compresses everything?"
Me: "What happened?"
Greg: "Nothing. I'm okay."
Me: "Then what's all the drama about?"
Greg: "Nothing, I'll be okay," he says, walking away.
I hang up with my mom.
Me: "No, you can't just say something really serious and then walk away like that. What the fuck is your problem? It would be like if I told you I was suicidal like I did before and then just up and walked away from you like it was nothing. Now tell me what's wrong."
Greg: "I'm just confused."
Me: "About what?"
Greg: "Stuff."
Me: "Like what?"
Greg: "I don't want to talk about it."
Me: "To me or to anybody."
Greg: "To anybody." Starts walking further away. "It's nothing to be upset over, Sally."
Me: "You just frustrated the shit out of me. What do you want me to do? You can't just pull someone in and push them away."
