“Good morning, dear. How are things going?”
I wonder if she’s calling because Matt’s mother has informed her of our breakup. They are best friends. “Fine,” I answer, testing the waters.
“Nothing new to tell me?” she asks in that voice that tells me she already knows something.
“No,” I lie.
She sighs heavily. “Well, I just spoke to Kimberly, and she said that she heard you and Matt got into a fight this past weekend.”
“A fight?” I snort; the p***y lied to his mother. “He was cheating on me, Mom. We broke up.” Why should I have to hide who he really is? Plus, telling her now is better than doing it in person. She can chase me from room to room, and our house is big. Now I can tell her how I feel, then hang up and go about my day.
“You know that no relationship is perfect, right?” she r
