I had been so comfortable in the knowledge she didn’t have a boyfriend, didn’t have sex with other people, didn’t date, that I forgot to factor in Cal was a liar. She could’ve lied to me as oBITCHuary. But no. That didn’t seem right. She was truthful with McMonster. That was what made it so fucking hard to stop talking with her—the idea that I was somehow saving her, becoming her lifeline.
