So Selfless He Lost Me
My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched.
Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug.
Even in bed, he kept his distance.
I figured he was just emotionally shut off.
Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter.
"Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else."
I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you."
When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.