“I tried to talk to you but you don’t want to listen to me. It seems like everything I say to you,  has you running for the door.”

“Because you constantly accuse me of cheating on you and being so fucking secretive…”

“And you don’t think those thoughts are justified?” Bette saw how she dropped her head into her hands and blew a big breath before running her hand through her hair as she sat back upright. “You leave out of here at midnight and don’t come home til almost five or six. I’m suppose to be ok with that.”

“You’re never here!” she shouted back.

“That’s beside the point.” Bette said back in a calm and weary voice. Her eyes were closed and her brow scrunched, she felt it already, she was becoming frustrated by the tone of this conversation. Having to explain her thoughts and suspicions over and over again to the same person was tedious and tiresome. “Whether I’m home or not I have to be able to trust you.” Bette dropped her hand onto her chest.

“I told you, I’m not cheating on you, I would never do that.” she said with her hands clasped tightly wringing them so has to hold back her anger.

The silence and sincerity in her words told Bette that, that was true. Marissa was not cheating, but her tone when she spoke, her body language, and the way she moved away from Bette, all said she was close. Bette may have missed a lot of subtleties with her girlfriends, but she could see dishonesty when it was this close to her. 

“Whether you are now or you want to later, I can still see the deceit in your eyes.” Marissa just looked away from Bette. She knew she was right, all of her time was spent with other women that appealed more to her than her current situation. The thrill of not being able to touch or have them as she pleased seemed to be more pleasing than anything else in her life, but that could only last for so long. And right now she was starting to hate Bette and herself for forcing her into this box of monogamy and commitment that didn’t fit with her personality.