Meet Me at the Lake

Peter’s been such a crab lately. I thought a double date for the Canada Day fireworks would cheer him up. He’s always been nice to Liz. I thought everything would be fine and he’d change his mind about Eric if he spent more time with him. We sat on the hill in front of the lodge to wait for the sky to get dark. Liz and I were talking about our trip, and out of nowhere, Peter started grilling Eric. He wanted to know about his plans for the future and his entire dating history. I had to yell at him to cut it out.

When I went to the kitchen the next morning to tell Peter to back off, he was already in a bad mood. He called me superficial for liking Eric. He’s never spoken to me like that before, like he couldn’t stand me. I told him to take it back, but he turned up his music and ignored me. “I don’t even hate The Cure that much,” I yelled at him. He just glared at me and turned the volume up again. That was two days ago, and we still aren’t speaking.