“I won’t let you get a cat. So there, you can’t become a crazy cat lady.”
I shake my head and realize he can’t see me. “It only takes one visit to the shelter and bam, you’re coming home with a kitty and a bag of litter.”
“What if I told you I’m allergic to kitties?”
I almost choke into the phone as I fall into a fit of laughter. “Um… I don’t think you’re allergic to kitties because if you were, you might as well call me Immaculate Mary.”
Even through the phone, I know he is smiling. “Mind in the gutter, Malone. I think you’re long overdue to get some.”
God, is that the truth. Don’t you dare mention that you want some from him.
“That would involve dating,” I state in a serious tone.
His breathing becomes heavy and thick. “You’re thinking about dating already?”
“No. But maybe one day. I can’t stay a nun forever, although I’m not sure how desirable I’ll be. Single mom, and the guy would have to deal with you?” I joke lightly. “Talk about excess baggage.”
“Why would you need to date? Is it just about sex?” he barks.
Taken aback by his change of tone, I go into defense mode. “Are we really having this conversation?”
“Yes. I want to know why.”
“Then, yes,” I almost yell. “This is the longest time I have ever gone without sex. I’m so fucking horny, it’s depressing, and I miss the smell and touch of a man beside me in bed every night. Being single sucks big time.”
“I have to go,” he quickly tells me.
Great, another awkward ending between the Jerk and Presley. It’s a broken record, so overplayed.
Before I can say goodbye, he hangs up on me.
What the hell was that?
Lying flat on my bed, I let out a loud growl and shake my body in frustration. The nerve of him to put me on the spot and then back out mid-conversation. When my phone beeps a minute later, I am wondering what pathetic excuse he’ll use this time.
Haden: I’m sorry I had to do that. There’s something about you… I don’t know what it is. I just don’t want you seeing anyone else. Yes I know I’m selfish but it’s the truth and I’m sick of hiding it.
I read the text over and over to make sure I get the words right. What exactly is that supposed to mean? He’s confusing me. Throw Eloise into the mix, and I really have no idea what’s going on.
Me: You’re going to have your own life soon with Eloise. I don’t think you’ll be bothered with what I’m doing or who I’m seeing.
I haven’t even hit send yet when his next text comes through.
Haden: This is complicated. You’re my kid’s mom.
You’ll be in my life forever. Every man that touches you will have some bearing on our kid. I don’t want anyone else being my kid’s dad or stepdad. Only me.
His words anger me. How hypocritical of him! Does he honestly expect that I will never have a boyfriend again or get married? But it’s okay for him? I am typing so fast with zero self-control as the words pour out onto the screen.
Me: I’m not turning into a nun Haden so you can feel good about yourself. I have needs too. Just like you do. You need to get over it because your stupid demands mean nothing to me. I will do whatever the hell I want.
I wait for his reply for what feels like forever. I expect a long-winded message, but instead, it’s only a few words.
Haden: Then why won’t you let me help you?
What the hell is he talking about? He wants to help me find someone to date or marry? This is ridiculous, and I am growing bored with his antics.
Me: Help me do what?