Literally. But I'm doubly fucked in the sense of being a responsible adult because when my boyfriend hears me open the fridge, he will immediately go: Honey, I'll make you something. I'm 99% sure he is possessed by the ghost of a Mediterranean mom.

He's taken to making me fucking brunch everyday since he went on summer break. Soft boiled egg, oatmeal porridge with cinnamon sugar and small dollop of butter, a plate of cherries, pineapple, grapes, cucumber and carrots. The occasional pastry for dessert if he SENSES I'd like it. I never have to tell him anything. He just knows.

I don't deserve him.