I was ready to get my shit together. Depression or burnout or early menopause be damned! The internet had said I was dying of cancer, so why not live my last moments, trying to be happy, right?
We ate our sushi, and she changed the subject from my upcoming life coach situation to the family. Which, of course, only made me miss them. I’d bet that was her purpose—to guilt me into coming around more.
I missed them so much.
But I just couldn’t be around them right now, having food shoved in my face, someone telling me I wasn’t fat enough and that I needed a man to make grandbabies with. I could barely take care of myself, let alone someone else.
Hell, I had been married once and screwed that up. He’d said I wasn’t around much and that I pushed him to sleep with my secretary, Hollis. Not that I believed that. I hadn’t pushed his dick into her vagina on our couch, but still, I couldn’t help but feel that maybe, if I’d been home more with him or had sex more, the two of them wouldn’t have happened.
After dinner, Gia had to go back to her happy home with her husband, who she’d screw into oblivion, and babies, who she’d kiss asleep.
Me? I had a stuffed Baymax my niece Jenna had given me because, apparently, even a nine-year-old thought I needed a personal healthcare companion.
I quickly took a shower to get clean. Then, I dried off and dressed in some sweats and a baggy shirt. Baymax and I had a night to remember as we watched reruns ofScrubs. Then, I fell asleep, only to dream of some drill sergeant telling me to eat my veggies and do push-ups.
