I'm Done Being Your Safety Net

On the day I was discharged from the hospital after my major surgery, Chloe promised she would come to pick me up.

But I waited at the hospital curb for what felt like an eternity. As I watched Ubers and taxis pass by one after another, I realized she was never coming. Eventually, I had to hail a cab and head home by myself.

When I finally unlocked the front door and sat down, I opened Snapchat. That was when I saw the story she had posted an hour ago.

It was a photo of a thumb wrapped tightly in bandages, tied with a cute little pink bow.