Early Morning Ex Sex
I was woken suddenly, swearing under my breath. Another four in the morning phone call. I'd stopped answering them a while ago, as it was always the same shit. My ex, Jo, was lonely and probably drunk or high, wanting to tell me she still loved me, berate me for being a shitty person, or some combination of the two. I'd received three such calls the previous weekend, each more incoherent than the last - she'd clearly been on a bender for her nineteenth birthday.I let the phone ring out, and had...