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Rough day?

...Is everything okay?

Rough honeymoon. Spending two weeks on a yacht sounded really romantic when I thought of it. Now I feel like I'm trapped."

Not really. No.

May I ask what's wrong? Do you need a ride?

Easy enough. Tell them to turn the boat around.

I'm always the fucking bad guy. He's the one who hid things and manipulated me but it's my fault for not trusting that it was for my own good. He's not even sorry. He doesn't think that he did anything wrong and he keeps telling me to go if I don't like it only I'm on this goddamn boat and we aren't due to dock until the day after tomorrow.

You think I haven't? We're passed the halfway point. They can't turn around until after we dock so they can refuel.

Then I guess we'll just have to stick to staying on opposite sides of the ship.

God, you really don't care, do you? [Her chest felt tight but she swallowed it down. He he could be blasé about everything falling apart so could she.] Whatever.

Of course I care. There's nothing I can say that will change or fix anything.

Yeah, I'm not a huge fan of yachts in general. Is there at least... a bar?

That is an all too familiar sentiment.

So treating me like what I'm feeling doesn't matter is the solution? You act like you should be able to do whatever you want and I shouldn't even question it. You manipulated me and I'm not even allowed to be angry. You didn't even explain. You just said it didn't matter because you weren't going to do anything. Oh, and that I can't be trusted to make decisions for myself. I think the exact term was stupid attempts at invincibility or something like that. Unless that is the explanation. Unless that is exactly what you think of me.

The funny thing is that I don't I think that you want to control me. I think that you would avoid it if you could but the fact that you could is what bothers me. The fact that you kept it from me, bothers me. The fact that you aren't sorry, turned the conversation on me to make me the bad guy when I am the one who did nothing wrong this time. THAT is what bothers me. And that you told me to go like it was nothing, like I am nothing to you. On top of everything else, you made me feel disposable.

Oh yes. And I have thankfully found a bottle to crawl into.

How long until landfall? They've got to have stops right?

Are you trapped on a boat too?

In a manner.

Day after tomorrow. It's going to be a long 36 hours.

Drink until you pass out, sleep and nurse a hangover in bed? That's about 36 hours...

Well, you can do what I'm doing and drink heavily while complaining to stranger online.

Worst honeymoon ever.

I've found drinking is only a temporary solution to a rather more permanent problem.
Pleasurable enough though. As is complaining. I'm glad you found a way to occupy your time.

It does sound pretty bad. Sorry it's sucking so much.

I think you take huge risks that aren't necessary when it comes to yourself and your own safety, yes. I think this one thing would have changed your mind. And, yeah, I kept it from you because like I said, I won't use it to control you or to manipulate you so it's a non-issue. You're treating me like I did this so I CAN control you.

I'm not sorry. I gave you what you were searching for. Never in my life have I ever even considered turning someone, never. And I did, to protect you, to give you what you needed to stay alive. Made you faster and stronger. I don't regret it. I told you to go because I'm not fighting with you over something I can't do anything about. I can't fix it, can't change it, it is what it is.