telling him
saturday night; drunk swimming. i'm lounging and feeling sick and sober. he's getting out of the pool, last, because he's embarrassed of his body.
me: hey. i have a secret to tell you.
him: what?
me: i have a secret to tell you.
he takes longer than expected to get out of the pool. not surprising, i wouldn't want to know this secret either.
him: what's up?
me: i have a secret.
him: what is it?
me: you have three guesses... and it's bad news.
he stands and stares.
me: you don't have to say it, but do you understand what i mean?
him: yes.
he sits. i laugh uncomfortably and hysterically.
i brief him on the current situation...
'i took two pregnancy tests and they both said you're fucked.'
...and where it is going, which is to the gyno on monday.
my main concern is how fucking expensive it's going to be. maybe if i abuse my body enough i can have a miscarriage and save 400 bucks!
i've got to stop obsessing.
me: hey. i have a secret to tell you.
him: what?
me: i have a secret to tell you.
he takes longer than expected to get out of the pool. not surprising, i wouldn't want to know this secret either.
him: what's up?
me: i have a secret.
him: what is it?
me: you have three guesses... and it's bad news.
he stands and stares.
me: you don't have to say it, but do you understand what i mean?
him: yes.
he sits. i laugh uncomfortably and hysterically.
i brief him on the current situation...
'i took two pregnancy tests and they both said you're fucked.'
...and where it is going, which is to the gyno on monday.
my main concern is how fucking expensive it's going to be. maybe if i abuse my body enough i can have a miscarriage and save 400 bucks!
i've got to stop obsessing.