I immediately texted, “I love you, but out of respect for me and all my liberal writer friends, can you please take down that post? Also, tell your family I love them, but I will not be coming for Thanksgiving, and I won’t be hosting Christmas. I need space.”
Shortly after I sent the text, he brought me a cup of coffee in bed.
“I am sorry,” he said, “I understand.”
We should be living in a world where he backhanded her for her spiteful impertinence instead of apologizing to her like a punk.
We should be living in a world where he backhanded her for her spiteful impertinence instead of apologizing to her like a punk.
Assuming this exchange even happened. Which it’s 100% made up.