Malone
August
Slade has been gone for eight days, and he’ll unfortunately be gone for five more on this road trip of the Midwest and East Coast. Road trips have become my least favorite thing, and when he and I do argue, it’s because of either things that happen while he’s gone, or we miss one another so much. I’ve found that I like picking at him, seeing if I can poke the bear, so to speak, to get a reaction out of him. He likes to tell me I’m seeing things that aren’t there and that I’m nagging him when all he needs to do is concentrate on his job.
Road trips give me an anxiety I’ve never felt before, and I’m starting to literally fucking hate them. I don’t know what to do about it, and I’ve said as much to Felicity tonight.
“Why don’t you go with him next time?” Felicity asks as we sit in the living room of the penthouse, watching their game on TV. “I’ve gone with JD a few times. It’s not my favorite, but at least I don’t have to worry about what he’s doing.”