While Ethan is gone to work, I stay in and go through the five stages of grief. I don’t know how to process the fact that all of the state knows that I have been frequenting a s*x club. I know that they may not know me, but the point is, they know a woman with my name is caught up in this scandal. It’s even more upsetting that Ethan’s name wasn’t in there. He’s been going to the club for years and his name just magically didn’t make the list.
I’ve also been ignoring all of my mother’s calls and texts. When I wouldn’t answer, she even came knocking on my door, begging me to open it. Just so she didn’t think I’d died in the apartment, I made sure she heard me sniff ready hard through the door. I was crying so it’s not like I had to try hard. I don’t know how to explain this to her. I don’t
