Finally one day when she got off the phone with him and declared her intent to break up for the umpteenth time, I’d had enough.  I wasn’t used to this.  I was the kind of person that meant what I said, and this empty threat was just getting annoying.

“Spence, you have been saying that for how long?  You aren’t gonna break up with him so give it a rest and stop picking fights all the time.”  I spun around in my desk chair to look at her.

Spencer was perched on top of her bed, legs crossed, and she just looked back at me.  Utterly shocked.

“…I don’t pick fights?” was her timid reply.

After an exaggerated eye-roll and heavy sigh, I made eye contact with her.  “Sweetie, yes you do, and you know it.  You both push each other’s buttons constantly.  You get him worked up just because you can, like its some weird way of proving to yourself that he loves you.  You think that you are going to marry the guy, so why would you break up with him?  If you are going to be in a relationship, be happy in it, otherwise stop making empty threats and do it already.”

“Ash, you don’t understand, you’ve never been in a real relationship, it’s not that easy!”

“I don’t have to have relationship experience to know that it should be easy.  It should be the most obvious thing in the world if you are going to be with someone for that long.  It should be exciting, and you don’t seem excited any more.  I just want you to be happy, and how should YOU know it’s not that easy.  This is the only relationship you’ve ever had, maybe it’s not the end all, be all.”

“I know, that’s how I feel.  How can I know I’m going to be with someone forever when I don’t have anything to compare it to?  What are the chances that I’m meant to be with the guy I started dating at age 12?  I’m just scared that he is the one, and I will loose him if we ever break up, and I will regret it forever.”