He’ll act like it’s fine, but I know it won’t be. He’s going to give me that polite smile, that kiss of death, and I’m never going to get the real thing again. Should I tell him about it? Should I tell him it’s not really about him . . . even though it kind of is? And that’s when I realize I don’t want to hurt him. Even more unnerving: I don’t want him to hate me. I’m afraid that he’ll hate me.
