It’s been three days since I was at Eileen’s house, and I’m only partially hung up on it all. And by partially, I mean I still can’t go twenty minutes without the urge to text her creeping into my mind.
After the call I rejected, I only received one text message from her. One I’m continuing to stare at instead of focusing on the flood of work emails I’ve been pushing off:
‘Sorry about the way things went down last night. Lot of stuff to process for both of us, I’m sure. Let me know if you want to talk about it.’
Running my free hand through my hair, I sigh and lock my phone screen. I stare back at my work computer instead, willing my fingers to finish out this last hour. Just a couple emails and a few forms and I can go eat my bodyweight in ice cream. Will River approve of my all sugar diet? No, but I think two relationship disasters in less than two weeks is more than deserving of a bit of frozen comfort.