Chapter 7

I decided I needed to end things about a month after our coming-out announcement. But the thing was, I didn’t have the heart to do it. She was so in love. Her friends and family were invested in us. I didn’t want to make her look like a fool. We were together for eight months before I finally did it.

She was sitting in my lap, again. We were at a house party at John’s. Everything was going fine—everyone was dancing, playing beer pong, singing. My best friend had asked me to play a match, but like a good girlfriend, I declined, even though I was dying to defend my title as beer pong champion.

As the night went on, I felt something stirring up inside of me. I silently sat in my chair with my girlfriend on my lap, arms around her waist, and listening to her gossip with her friends. With alcohol fueling my fire, I felt like I was about to explode.

I composed myself and excused myself to go to the bathroom.