As I walked towards my room silently crying to myself hoping that Larry doesn't hear me as I walked down the hall to the other side of the house where my room is.
I love my room, well actually I loved it when Larry and I took our first tour of the house. It's the only room in the house that is completely soundproof. Which of course made us happy well I guess made me happy.
I thought of Larry and I being tangled up in the sheets making love loudly enough to wake the dead, but even if we had someone on the other side if the door they wouldn't be able to hear anything.
I guess I was the only one that was thinking of our relationship while Larry was once again being selfish and already thinking of a way for him to break up with me after two decades of being together.
When we finally decided on this house Larry agreed that I should have this room which is the biggest room in the house. I didn't think nothing of it beings he did want to be closer to Lilo when she visited. Little did I know that the reason he agreed with me was because he was ending our physical relationship for good.
But of course Larry being Larry he had to be selfish with how he ended things between us. We made love (well I guess we just had sex because there is no love anymore) in every room in this house (except mine which I found strange but I brushed it off) while we were moving in.
Once we were fully moved in we had friends and family (no girlfits) coming and going the first couple days to see our house. And during their visits Larry acted like I had an incurable disease and avoided me. To tell you the truth it hurt like hell but once again I plastered a fake smile on my face and greeted our guests.
Of course when everyone left Larry couldn't get enough of me. Yet we still hadn't had sex in my room the one room we could be as loud as we wanted to be. I asked a couple times why? and Larry just gave me vague responses.
Saying things like: We don't need to be in your room when no one is here. Or my favorite...its just a room. I began to suspect something was going on with Larry but what he did I never saw coming.
We had just gotten home from yet another hangout and a couple interviews I was exhausted and a little pi$$ed off at him. Instead of heading straight home after a long day Larry wanted to go to a club and dance.
He knew I was pi$$ed when our car stopped in front of the club and he didn't even bother to ask or tell me where we were going. Like always Larry made decisions for Larry.
Reluctantly I got out the car with him. The minute we entered the club we were swormed by us fans and a few of our girlfits. I was instantly pi$$ed when I seen the girls. Larry knew I hadn't had anything to do with them for the past few months and for him to invite them here just so he wouldn't feel guilty for pushing me aside yet again.
My blood was boiling. Larry played it off like it was nothing. That's the thing if it's something Larry wants to do he expects me to go along with it without any arguments.
Thats one of our biggest problems well that and the fact that Larry is so possessive and jealous over me that it creates unnecessary problems.
After I don't know how many hours we spent at the club, dancing well Larry mainly dancing I just couldn't find myself to get into the mood to perform in front of him. We finally made it home and before Larry opened his mouth to say something I ran up stairs to my room slammed it shut and locked it.
Locking Larry out which pi$$ed him off but truly I didn't care right now. I ignored his constant knocking and crawled in bed to find my much needed sleep.
Which after tossing and turning for about an hour I finally found it.