orangepony
"Good," my teacher said. "Now repeat it."
I sighed and pulled out yet another sheet of paper from my bag. This work was getting tedious. I knew my teacher was wise--I'd seen it many times, but I was beginning to wonder if this was really the only way for me to learn. I hadn't gotten to do anything I'd expected to be doing.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
It was a simple enough question. What did I mean? But I wasn't sure anymore. I had a dirty habit of saying things without thinking, and I'd just done it again. This time i wasn't sure I could fix it.
"What I mean is," I said slowly, carefully choosing my words, "You haven't exactly been...the best girlfriend towards Sean. He cares about you. A lot. And lately you've barely given him the time of day.