Once he'd told me Peggy was pregnant, I knew he'd been cheating on me. The realization that she had an abortion at 11 weeks pregnant meant that his relationships with her and with me overlapped. Physically, as well as emotionally.
He’d left her a month ago, and I was 11 weeks pregnant, living in his house, loving him, crying myself to sleep every night.
Peggy was upset when they understood the whole timeline of my breakup with Jay, but two things helped them move beyond it.
I distinctly remember a cute boy I worked with in my first year of college putting his head on my shoulder. Our legs were also touching, so I thought my entire body would explode.
He would claim that he grew up in a "privileged but middle-class" household. He grew up religiously repressed, which tends to make people feel like they're part of some lesser class when usually it means quite the opposite.
Besides his charm, he was sweet, funny, and actually quite respectful of women. “Maybe he’s bi,” I wondered, but that shouldn’t have mattered, regardless, because most damning of all, he had a girlfriend. A live-in girlfriend.