Settling
I broke up with my first boyfriend one month, two weeks, and four days after I found out he was fucking his neighbor. I never told him that I’d overheard them. He never wanted to fight; he didn’t want us to be the couple who fought. It was important to him that we maintain a good reputation. He’d take me ice skating so we could take nice photos, the kinds that people who love each other take. I hated ice skating, but I’d pose for him anyway. Later, I’d edit all the photos on a nondescript app from China, methodically blurring out his blackheads and enlarging my chest until we looked perfect. I met Gabe in 2014 a month before he fucked his neighbor. I was standing in a crowded... Read more...
