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This asshole, showing affection for an infant. Her ovaries were sighing, and she didn’t even know if she wanted children.
The power to be silent while a man—though it could be a woman, patriarchy had no gender—waited for her answer, to force them to conform to her timetable.
“But trust in relationships is like fragile glass. How can you build on a cracked foundation? How can you be sure you’re getting the truth? You have to protect your own heart. No one else will do it for you.”
I didn’t intend to ghost you was fast becoming the mealymouthed I didn’t intend to hurt you of the dating world, and Rhiannon was sick of it.
It was so much easier to write people off. Much harder to navigate the gray areas of interpersonal relationships.
What fell between colleague and happily ever after?
Gawd, maybe soon he’d send her a dick pic and she’d find it charming, thus cancelling every rule she’d ever made for herself.
Every time you hurt someone, you break off a little piece of them. Not only do they have to live with that broken piece, then the next person who comes along has to figure out a way to spackle that spot. Your behavior has ripple effects.
“You think pepper spray would work on zombies and ghouls?” “Open membranes are open membranes, son.”
She’d always assumed if she was ever in a bar brawl, she’d be the one starting it, not playing the role of an anxious girlfriend.
“I’m sorry. This was an overreaction.” “No. If it’s important to you, it’s not an overreaction. It’s okay, Rhi.”
She’d apologized, but oddly enough, he hadn’t seemed terribly put out by her general distrust. It was kind of nice, not to have to explain herself constantly.
After I retired, I felt . . . I don’t know if I can describe it.” Samson could describe it. “Aimless and trapped?”
“I used to go weeks without contacting my loved ones when I got busy or distracted. Luckily, the people I loved, I chose wisely. When I did reach out, they were right there.”
