I told Tom my stomach was better many hours before he had to go to work. I figured that rather than jump the gun and assume my vibe, feeling, belief, whatever, was correct, I’d see for myself while there was still plenty of time. Sure enough, he never touched me. Then when I told him how I felt about his mixed signals and his not putting his actions where his mouth is, he just laughed. Yeah, well you just wait till I cut out sex altogether, buddy! That’s where these years of complications, mixed signals, excuses, and lies, are gonna lead to.

The freeloader’s car is still parked out front. His old gray car. I haven’t known it to park exposed like that out of the carport in ages.