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I have this itchy, annoying desire to tell A about my grandmother’s passing - which is ridiculous! I’m mostly sure he barely cared about me when we were fucking, I doubt he’d even remember me now. And we haven’t communicated since last February. But the thing is that She (her being palliative) was the driving force behind me hooking up with A in the first place. Both the freedom of her not being at home (which sounds awful, but if you know the history it makes sense) and constantly facing death pushed me to live a little. And the whole affair with A was just that. Even if I sabotaged it all because I couldn’t fuck him like a man and my heart got involved.We'd also talk about it a fair bit, either on her porch or over the computer, even his own fears about his mother.
And this isn’t about D, or the new promise ring on my finger, it is part of wrapping all things up with A. Because...I still have some baggage there.
And this isn’t about D, or the new promise ring on my finger, it is part of wrapping all things up with A. Because...I still have some baggage there.