this morning #214.

this morning, the first phone call came quite early. when it did, he was mid-masturbation & almost didn’t stop to answer it until he saw who it was. they hadn’t talked in a decade & ceased even trying to early on in that time. when he’d ended things all those years back, it was 50% that he had fallen out of love and 50% that she had fallen into habits. before she even said a word, he braced for the possibility that he was about to discover that he was the father of a tween. luckily for him, the news was a different sort of life-affirming event, she was seven years sober and finally in a good place. he wished this was the version of her that he knew. when she came to town next week, he’d get the chance.