I confronted E-- about the pregnancy. It was an ugly scene, one that I want to forget, but she admitted to lying. Desperate for some extra time, she hoped I’d really fall in love with her or really get her pregnant.
When I got home I kicked off my shoes, poured myself a glass of wine, and called T-- to tell him he was right. “How,” I asked, “did you know?”
“I had the same thing happen to me,” he said.
On one hand, I felt relief. This had actually happened to someone else. On the other hand, I was horrified. This had actually happened to someone else. “I’ll never understand people.”
“People are crazy,” he said. “Remember that.&rd...
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