Marilyn

A friend.

I wonder what’s wrong with me. Am I a masochist when it comes to men? Or is it only with Ricky? If I say yes to his dinner invitation, am I opening the dam I’ve built, block by block, over the years, the one that is supposed to keep the feelings about Ricky safely concealed far behind it? Then again, if I say no, am I allowing a mistake from the past, from both of our pasts, to influence the future?

“I went to a ...