Me:
I sent him this cat picture, and he accused me of being at someone’s house banging them.
If so, their house has a passing health certificate, lol.
Alice:
He cannot be reasoned with.
Me:
I know. He had a moment of clarity where he was like, ‘Everything you said was right and I shouldn’t have said/done xyz,’ and then reverted.
In happier news, did you hear Pete Davidson is going to guest host SNL this week?! Tomorrow, I guess!
Somehow, I find the energy to write. I channel the emotions I’m feeling for a very particular scene that seems fitting.
Me:
I just had to write a brutal torture scene for my book. If someone looks up my google searches, they’re going to think I’m a right psycho. I tried to add ‘for book’ and ‘writing’ in my searches.
Alice:
That’s what they all do.
TWO DAYS LATER
Timmy has been unusually quiet for most of the day. The kind of quiet that makes me suspicious rather than relieved.I should’ve known better than to let my guard down.
When he finally emerges from the back room, he moves quickly, pulling random items out of the kitchen. A frying pan, a bag of chips, and—what the hell—a bulk pack of string cheese from Costco.Mystring cheese. He doesn’t say a word, just loadshis arms and walks out the door, leaving it to swoosh and beep behind him.
I sit there, stunned.What the fuck?
An hour later, he returns, grabs more items, and disappears again. It’s like watching a bizarre game of domestic kleptomania.
Me:
It might shock you to know…
I don’t want it to be, but part of me wishes my brain was like his, so I could just feel like everything was okay.
By the time he returns a third time, I’ve gone from confused to enraged.
He heads straight for the shower. My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Timmy, from the bathroom:
Timmy:
You want to get in… on this bubble bath?
I stare at the message for a long moment, my disbelief turning to laughter. Bubble bath? After swiping my string cheese and half the kitchen? Is this some kind of joke? My thumbs fly across the screen.
Me:
No. I’m downloading dating apps so I can be away from you, you sad fuck.
I screenshot the exchange and send it to Alice.
Alice: