The sickening sound of their laughter wafted through the walls.
I rolled my eyes. So they were back together again. No more acid words were going to be thrown across the room. No more grenades of hatred to duck.
I had stopped trying to keep a score sheet of how many times they fought and made up again. It had become more routine than breathing.
Today they would be laughing and tomorrow it would be another war zone.
I turned the volume up on my phone to drown them out. I had no feelings, I didn’t care. This wasn’t a cause to celebrate for me.
If this was what love was like, then it was a pass for me. I didn’t understand why they stayed together. It was clear for everyone to see that their relationship was toxic. They weren’t good for each other. But the continued to cling onto that one tiny scrap that seemed to be keeping them together.
I was embarrassed for them. How could you live like that? It was truly pathetic.
As the laughter got louder, the music increased and my mind floated to a place where love meant more, than putting a positive face over a bubbling volcano of disaster.