Christian doesn’t text me, he doesn’t call. He doesn’t ask to come over. We haven’t had sex in a couple of weeks now,2 and I guess that’s fine, but a wave of nausea hits me when I think of that because if he’s not having sex with me he is without a doubt doing it with someone else, and I want to throw myself through a window when I think of someone else’s mouth dragging over his body.
the jealousy
