Chapter 82 Men Are Dense

• M E R E D I T H
• Thad and I separated ways as soon as we bid goodbye after our evening stroll. I got into my 1967 Chevrolet Camaro and even before I could drive away, I pulled my phone out and was reminded of how Diether had not messaged me a single bit. Unlike how he treated me when we were back in San Andreas, Minnesota, he was much sweeter and more thoughtful and was always reaching out to me to check if I was fine or just to make any kind of conversation or communication with me. But now, that I am here in this city where he had been living and had grown up into, he is not found anywhere. He only visited me once, fucked me so hard that I thought he was going to tear my vagina apart and that was it, aside from the breakfast we had together, he is just so distant.
• I sighed heavily as I lowered my head a little bit while shutting my eyes, “No, Meredith. No. No. No. And, no. Stop. Stop it.” I muttered to myself repetitively as I kept my eyes shut. “Thinking and suspecting too much of your partner is immature.” I opened my eyes right away and stared at my phone screen, “Wait, is that even immature?” I asked myself before squirming against the palm of my hand. “I do not know what to do. Should I call him?” I continued asking myself.