Ellipses

“…Separated…”

Dot says, “Man, that sucks. See, that Vasopressin-deficiency is not exclusive to men. Sometimes I do think it’s unfair that it’s always men who are thought of as like that. Did you…”

“…I didn’t…”

Dot asks, “Why did you marry…”

“…had to…”

Dot sighs, “Ah, understandable, society rules…”

Dot asks, “Vasopressin is…”

Dot answers, “The bonding-monogamy chemical in the brain though based on a study men really lack it more…”

Dot laughs.

Dot shrugs, “Somebody should invent a pill of that. That would make lots of money. I’d sell it to all ye boys ex…”

Dot laughs harder.

Dot says, “Damn, I should learn how to cook that. Though nature already took care of that imbalance…”

Dot and ellipses ask, “What…”

Dot smiles, “It’s called prostate…”

Dot and ellipses wince.

Dot laughs, shakes head, “…And now the children think you’re bad daddy because you left…”

“…Yeah…”

Dot says, “You should have kicked her out…”

“…I just had to leave…”

Dot says, “Shit, man, you’re playing the gentleman martyr…”

Dot says, “Ah, women…”

Dot says, “Hey, hey, watch the generalizations…”

Dot laughs, “What? You’re a man…”

Dot says, “You think? I may have balls but I sure am not a dick and hallelujah. I like my brain where it is, thank you. Anyway, how did you find out…”

“…Text messages…”

Dot says, “That was sloppy. But see, technology is evil. Maybe you’ll reconcile…”

Dot laughs, “Ah women…”

Dot says, “Oh shut up…”

“…I, at least, want the eldest to know…”

Dot says, “Well, the kid would hate the mother…”

Dot says, “Let the kid hate her. She was the one…”

“…I want to still protect…”

Dot says, “Don’t underestimate the intelligence of children…”

Dot laughs, “Yeah, the little fuckers are smarter nowadays…”

“…What then…”

Dot says, “This is why I’m not getting married…”

Dot says, “This is why I’m not yet married…”

“…You two are perfect for each other…”

Dots laugh.