There are two people in my life, one living under my roof, who are so completely
taken with each other that they cannot see past thier raging
sexual compulsions. We will call them Adam and Sheena (since those are their names). Adam is my
brother, age 15, while Sheena is his
girlfriend, also 15 although a
month older and a grade
ahead in school. They met about two years ago at the
skating rink of all places. This was
back in the day when Adam wore nothing but
Jinco Jeans and everyone thought skating was the coolest thing to do. Sheena is a
chearleader from
Hamilton. They somehow ended up
together, and are STILL together to this day. But their relationship has been absolutely nothing but a
pain in the ass to everyone involved. They
argue,
scream at each other daily,
throw things, and every wall and door in the basement has a
hole in it from when Adam
lost his temper yet again after one of his arguments over the phone with his
beloved Sheena. They have been keeping track of how many times they've
done it, and I was recently informed that they average
twelve times per
weekend. How do they manage to be so
busy between all that fighting? Anyway, here's what happened today...
I answered the phone around three o'clock; it was Sheena calling from her work, asking for Adam. Adam and his drug-addicted toothpick-sized buddy, Jim, were out and about and I had been told to keep quiet about it. Sheena burst into tears, saying Adam had given her bruises while they were fighting last night, that he was going to ruin her life. She became hysterical and her boss ordered her to go home. Of course I had to go pick her up since her parents were back in Hamilton. I got to listen to how much she hated my brother the entire way home. "So why don't you break up?" I ask. She gave me the most offended look and asked "Why would I ever do that? I won't let him get away from me that easily." AHH!! The things that must be going through those kids' heads.