Very constructive, I know . But I don’t care anymore.
An hour later, Timmy returns.
“I have low self-esteem,” he says.
“Go away,” I reply.
He heads to the back room and shuts the door behind him. “Fuck you, bitch lips!” I hear him call out.
Me:
Bitch lips is the new insult.
Alice:
And this is your every day.
It’s miserable. And stressful.
FIVE DAYS LATER
Me:
Hey! I haven’t been ignoring you. I’ve just been trying not to burden you, and have also been following along with your derby adventures!!
Also, there have been less pickle runs, but I withheld at least two and figured you wouldn’t miss them.
Going to Pride tomorrow!! Excited to just be with people experiencing joy for being who they are!
Alice:
You’re never bothering me.
Me:
But yeah, I just wanted to check in and say I’m so proud of you! Derby looks amazing and you’re crushing it.
Alice:
Thank you! And don’t worry about the pickle runs—I know you’re dealing with a lot. I hope Pride brings you some joy. You deserve that.
Me:
It’s all I want. Just a few hours of peace and happiness surrounded by people who don’t make me feel like I’m losing my mind.
Alice:
Exactly. Take it all in, friend.
CHAPTER 56
A THOUSAND CUTS
DEX
Margaux sits on the couch, curled up with Sabre, staring at her phone like it holds the answers to every question she’s too afraid to ask.
From the camera in the corner of the room, I can see her lips pressed into a thin line, her thumb swiping too fast for her to actually be doing anything. She’s spiraling. And it’s all because of him.