“How are things with y’all? Did he forgive you for ghosting him for the second time?”
“I’m not sure. It’s like, he still likes me, and we’ve been together. But I feel like he doesn’t really trust me anymore. Like, he’s holding back.”
“Can you blame him?” she asked softly. “I mean, you’ve ghosted him twice. He’s not sure if you’re in it or not. I’m sure he doesn’t want to get all attached to you and the baby, only for you to run.”
“I’m so fucked up!” I whisper-yelled across the table.
“Not fucked up, friend. Traumatized.”
“I was so scared he was gonna wake up one day and not want me and all my shit. Now look. He wanted me right up until I pushed him away. I probably really do just need to be single.”
“Well, if you decide that you want to be single, I hope you tell him to his face instead of ghosting him for a third time.
I didn’t bother to respond. What could I even say?
