Truly Madly Deeply: Chapter 5
McMonster: Still alive?
oBITCHuary: Just barely.
McMonster: Reassuring.
oBITCHuary: You sound disappointed. How is my beloved NYC?
McMonster: Same way you left it. That bad?
oBITCHuary: Worse, actually.
McMonster: What happened to take you back there anyway?
oBITCHuary: My father passed away.
oBITCHuary: Sorry I didn’t say anything. It just seemed…well, honestly, I’m really raw right now. Just typing it out and facing this as my new reality is difficult. But it wasn’t a surprise. He’d been sick for a while.
McMonster is typing…
McMonster is deleting…
McMonster is typing…
McMonster is deleting…
McMonster: Sorry for your loss.
This was a very weird response from McMonster, who was usually so attuned to my feelings I sometimes suspected I was being catfished by a female therapist. I’d been speaking to him almost every day since I’d signed up to the androphobia forum some years ago. My actual therapist had thought it was a good idea for me to talk to people who shared my experience and dread of men, but as it turned out, it was just this specific person I clicked with.
My fears felt intimate, too private to share with strangers. But the thing about McMonster?
He didn’t feel like a stranger at all.