Chapter 46

“Okay, it’s kind of gone off the rails, but this Christmas season was great. I loved being with you, decorating our house, drinking eggnog.”

“I’m having a hard time following you,” I admit. “Where does I’m cursed! enter into all this?”

“But don’t you get it?”

“I’m really gonna need you to stop asking me that and just spit your shit out.”

“If I say Yes, I’ll marry you on Christmas, of all days, the relationship is doomed,” he wails.

“Doomed?”

“Doomed.”

“Doomed? As in, one of us will do something to the other that leaves him feeling gut-punched and humiliated? Run out on him in the middle of the night without so much as Fuck off for an explanation? We’ll both end up heartsick and empty, terrified that the relationship just fell right out from under us, and there’s no way to know how we’ll ever be able to pick ourselves back up? You mean ‘doomed,’ like that?” I knew I’d remember how to talk.