When the news about Matt Gaetz broke, my mom once again called to ask if I was okay. She knew about our friendship and didn’t like it. From the very beginning she’d told me to be careful and not to trust him. When he defended me, she raised her eyebrows and told me I’d better not sleep with him (I did not, for the record).
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I replied. “I just don’t really know what to say. I really hope it’s not true.”
“I’m sure it’s true.”
“Jeez, Mom, why??”
“Because it’s always true. Hopefully this time a man actually takes the fall.”