We ordered and ate. Everyone kept the talking to minimum after the blow-up between me and Jonah’s mother making me feel worse when she didn’t look at me once after she just kept quiet. whatever understanding I had hoped for, well. It was all gone now, just an illusion, and I knew that my parents wouldn’t be any better, worse since my dad wouldn’t be as cool with me and Jonah as his was.
When it was time for dessert I just wanted to go, mostly because of Jonah was quiet too, just pushing everything around being pissed. He was hurt and I got that, maybe he believed that his mother would understand and when she didn’t, he was just as disappointed in her as she was in him for loving me.
I tried squeezing his hand a couple of times under the table but he just pushed me away making me even mor
