my girlfriend was over and we were doing some things that definitely shouldn’t involve grandma. suddenly, grandma calls down to us from upstairs saying that she has food. panicked, and without taking the condom off, i put on pants and run upstairs while my girlfriend gets her bearings. i meet my grandma at the top of the stairs and take the food and as im walking away she calls to me and tells me to come back after i put the food down. so i put the food down and come back only to be met with a condom laying on the top step. she asks me what it is and i play dumb saying something along the lines of “i must have tracked it in from outside” and my grandma then proceeds to tell me a story all the while a condom lays between the two of us. later, my girlfriend got into an argument with her parents and they went through her phone and found out that me and her were having sex. my girlfriend’s mom said she was going to talk to my grandma so i decided to talk to my grandma first. my girlfriend...
I’ve wasted a lot of time trying to figure out a good way to approach this, so I’ve decided that I should just start typing. Just get a bunch of words onto the page and maybe when I read them back, something will finally click and I’ll be able to begin making sense of things. Might be wishful thinking but it’s still worth trying. I’m not sure what else I can do. So my husband, Oliver, went missing last week. Of course, it’s been a really difficult thing to try and process. Especially given how bizarre the details are. Details that seem to get more bizarre the more I think about them. On some level, it doesn’t even feel real. Best way I can describe it is like I’ve become trapped inside some fucked up television show and I’m just desperately waiting for everybody around me to drop the act so that I can snap back to reality. Waiting for Oliver to appear at our front door again and tell me that he’s fine and that everything’s alright. That this had all just been some elaborate prank. But...