He finally called. Jon, I mean. We talked for an hour and it was exhausting. He gave me this whole speech about how things were moving too fast and it was bringing up all the bad memories from 2019. I told him that I survived literal cancer and a divorce, and I do not have time for games. I am 40-something years old, I wear vintage mourning clothes to make espresso, I know exactly who I am. I told him he either needs to be in or be out. He got quiet and said he needs time. I hung up. I feel like my heart got dragged behind a subway car, but at least I finally said it. No more waiting around.

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