A Real Piece of Work

Love Number Five was the exact opposite of Number Four. He was more pretty than handsome, more feminine than rugged, more artistic than mechanical, more clean than dirty, and most importantly, he was honest to a fault. There was never a doubt what Five was thinking because if he thought it, he said it.

"I  think our relationship is the best relationship I've ever been in," he said one day out of the blue.

"Well, thank you, Five. That is a very nice thing to say."

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?

"Is this the best relationship that you've ever been in?" he asked.

"Uh......"

Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention another way that Four and Five were different. Four never raised his voice. Not once. Five, on the other hand, was a yeller. Four was a low-down dirty lying cheater, but he was stable. Five, well, was the opposite of what I just said.

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT THIS IS NOT THE BEST RELATIONSHIP YOU HAVE EVER BEEN IN?!" Five yelled as he threw a cup across the room.

"Can you give me a minute to think about it, please? I don't think it's the worst," I said as I kept running the low-down dirty lying cheater through my mind.

FIVE MINUTES LATER

"I'm sorry. Will you please forgive me?" Five pleaded. "It's just that I love you so much that I want you to want this to be your best relationship ever."

"Okay."

"Okay what?" he asked.

"Okay, I hear you? Okay, I know that is what you want? Okay, can we be done with this conversation now?"

"YOU ARE A REAL PIECE OF WORK!" Five yelled as he looked for another cup to throw. "You're not going to say it's the best, are you? Why would I choose to love someone like you?"

"You have it all wrong, Five," I thought to myself. "Why would I choose to love someone like you?

Soon after this love spat, Five broke up with me. My man was gone and I was devastated because with him he took his power, the power that made me whole. I was once again without worth.