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?
We don’t do romance. I did, in fact, ask, and her response was typically blunt: “I have money, and you need food.”