They handed me a salad without chicken and an iced coffee with real sugar in it. Of course I wouldn't know until I started eating. Ate it anyway. I called him and he didn't ask how I was doing. I called anyway. All things I'm supposed to avoid. Sugar. Caffeine. Men. Then he asks why cry so often. He'll say: it's not normal that you cry so often. My argument: I'm not crying because there is anything wrong with me. I'm crying because you've made me sad. That's normal by anyone's standard.

I didn't tell him that last little bit.