I’ve been under the weather for several days, lacking any appetite. I brought this up to my ex over the course of our usual conversations, and her reaction was “fuck this, I’m ordering you food.”
So I now have clam chowder and crab mashed potatoes from Red Lobster.
I seriously don’t get it. If we are weeks away from never being able to meet again, why is she taking care of me like this?
She cares for you.
Well, after the food arrived, she demanded I get a Lyft up to her place. She can’t figure out what’s going on, which is fair, as neither can I. But being back up there in under a week? At that point, it seems the larger question should be that very question of what we’re doing. If we’re going to talk daily for hours on the phone and act like loving spouses when physically proximate …
Maybe at some point she needs to stop worrying about what she told her boys about me to absolve herself of all responsibility. They’re in their 20s now.