I’m thirty four thousand feet above the earth. In a few hours, I’ll be in Phoenix. My sister, will pick me up from the airport, but I’m going for Special Man Friend.
His Dad is dying.
“Is his wife here?” she asked me when I said I was coming. When I said she was not, Sister said, “Well that’s weird. I don’t understand it, but I’m glad you’re coming.”
He’s important to me and I’m going. I think I can be helpful. I have tried to pinpoint why that comment bothers me so much. It’s mononormative, yes. But it also somehow made me feel like Just The Girlfriend.
Sister is accepting and supportive. She offered a few days ago to take SMF’s family dinner or anything else they might need. SMF has told his family about me. His momma has seen pictures of me. She wants to meet me. I’m tickled.
And terrified.