“I’m talking about you and Travois sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Travois Jr. in a baby carriage! Sucking his thumb! Peeing his pants! Doing the hula-hula dance!”

I had no idea what I was saying.

“You sound crazy! You know that?” she almost sounded genuinely confused, but I wasn’t fooled.

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore?” I asked – no, I pleaded.

“I’m sorry Alvin! There’s just been a lot going on lately.” She said.

I’m not sure where it came from or why I said what I said next.

“You know what? I hate you!”

“What?” She asked, sounding as though she hadn’t heard me.

“I hate you! Why do you even care! I hate you!” I shouted into the phone.

“Well I hate you too!” She shouted and I could hear her crying. I’d made Jacquelyn cry.

“I hate you more!” I shouted back.