When we broke up, Rohan didn't ask for his t-shirt back. He asked for visitation rights to the dog. Tommy sat by the door for three days after we stopped talking, whimpering. Not for me. For Rohan.
By the end of the date, Rohan had bought Tommy a gourmet chicken sausage (which cost more than my coffee), was rubbing his belly, and whispering, “Who’s a good boy? You are.”
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The first date was supposed to be at a cafe. Rohan suggested, “Why don’t you bring Tommy? I love meeting fur babies.” My heart melted. We met at the park. Tommy was on his best behavior—wagging tail, soft eyes, the works.
The next few weeks were weird. Rohan would text me, “Hey, how are you?” but before I could reply, he’d send a second text: “Send a pic of Tommy.” Just Tommy. Not me. Just the dog. When we broke up, Rohan didn't ask for his t-shirt back
Rohan looked me dead in the eye and said, “That’s not true. I love coming over to see Tommy.”
I swear, Tommy started wearing Rohan’s hoodie. The dog doesn't even have shoulders. Not for me
For ten minutes, Rohan looked at me. And then, he looked at Tommy.