Part 18: Gaston
It's Sunday morning. March 15th, 2020. It's the first Sunday of the Covid shutdown and we keep getting more news of things being cancelled because of the pandemic. My parents still want us in our Sunday best and we're going to watch church over Zoom, but I can't stop thinking about my fight with Gaston from the night before. I text him good morning, he responds. I decide that it's time I address these problems that we've been having. I'm not dumb and I know that these issues can't keep going this way, so we need to fix them in order to live happily ever after. I text Gaston. I say something along the lines of, "I know we've been having a lot of issues and we've been fighting lately. I just wanted to check in and make sure that you still love me." His response hits me like a truck. "Yeah... We should talk about this in person." I mean this was a first, him wanting to talk about things in person. But this was not a good respon...