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Cady
I sit in a Thai place around the corner from my house, fidgeting. It’s the middle of the day on a Wednesday, and normally I would be at work. Instead, I’m straightening my white chiffon minidress, and fiddling with the table settings. I take a sip of my Thai iced tea, swallowing the sugary goodness.
I’m waiting for Jett, sitting here in a restaurant waiting, like any good wifey would do. Except I’m not his wife… I’m…
Is there even a word for what we are to each other? Probably not. Baby mama-to-be? Friend with benefits?
None of those are quite right. The term girlfriend isn’t quite right either.
Girl who stopped drinking because a guy she likes doesn’t love women who drink? Girl who will be dumped as soon as he realizes that he doesn’t want a crazy, pregnant cow of a girlfrie
