The closer our date looms, the more the emotions start to pile on. Nerves, to be sure. Excitement. Lust, at the prospect of finally getting to sleep with him.
But also… concern.
I put my foot down regarding the control issue, and I thought I won. He came to the dinner with Lindsay, and he caved. He said he no longer cared about the ground rules, and that he just wanted to be with me.
But then the thing with my mom happened.
It’s an impossible situation, obviously. I can’t accuse him of being some sort of villain for swooping in with a solution to my mother’s ailments. I’m glad he introduced us to Dr. Keller. I’m glad he’s paying for everything. I’m glad for all of it.
I just can’t help noticing how it falls under the umbrella of control—and how, if I’m not mistaken, he’s getting some
