Breaking up with your boyfriend, is this some strange ploy to have makeup sex, or are you just copying Mom and Dad?” With those words, he obliterates the oxygen from the room. “What?” “Mom and Dad,” Charlie repeats, the music shrill. “You do know Mom used to break up with Dad before they were married. All the fucking time. But she would do it because she was pissed at him. Not at herself.” He waves a hand at me. “There’s a lot of self-loathing coming from this corner.”
