It’s Painful — She Was Right to Block Me
This is a messy story wherein I tell as much truth as I can afford.
I hadn’t eaten in more than forty-eight hours. On day one, I was upset as the woman I love endangered herself carelessly, getting publicly intoxicated then hitching a ride home on a complete stranger’s motorcycle.
I’d always been aware of her affinity for danger; my recent inability to be there in person surely amplified my reaction.
I digress.
My stomach in twists, I had no appetite. That night, while she was out with her other — actually true, and clueless — boyfriend, I sent her a message. I chastised her for being reckless and risking to disappear on me and everyone in her life, trying to make a point that it’s unsafe to gamble with strangers.
She dedicated the next day and night to him, which was okay. The morning after, I still hadn’t eaten.
Jealousy
What came next made me question whether she wasn’t just punishing me for the first month of turmoil I’d caused for her — or more accurately, for us.
She told me of their perfect time together, described it for everything I fantasized we could have.
With him, all her problems melted away; they were close, often caressing, and felt alone together…
