Coldness finds Trent; it sweeps over us and cradles his heart. He shrugs his shoulders and replies. “Everything is temporary. It’s like all the other relationships in my life.”
“So, let me get this straight. We’ve had a fling and nothing else?”
He nods, seeming unaffected by our talk, emotionally empty. “It is what it is.”
Fuck! Is this really happening? What the hell is going on? I begin to dry my chest with the towel and ask, “This isn’t about Barbara at all, is it? You don’t give a shit about her. This is about your emotional defense kicking in because I have to leave and return to my life in New York, which you don’t want me to do. You’re constructed a wall, blocking me out, and you won’t let me in.”
“Do whatever you want,” he replies in a dead tone. “You’re a big boy and can figure it out on your own.”
“Are you dumping me, Trent?” I ask, feel broken down inside, emotionally wrecked and damaged.