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Boyfriend
I laid on the sofa with Gigi, dozing to the sounds of horror movie screams. But no matter how comfortable I got, my mind would not let me drift off to a world of gory but relatively chill nightmares. Any thought would be better than mentally obsessing over what my parents were doing.
During one scene in the movie, a character has to make the choice of how much blood they’re willing to spill for their spouse. It made me think about what my parents would do. My dad would gladly give his life to save his wife. But my mom? Not so much. Realistically, they were both in bed at their off-campus hotel. I knew my father, with his much larger frame, usually slept with Mother’s small, slender body in his arms, holding her close. Maybe Mother would confront him about the trip Erica had
