to me. The hard thing was
understanding that Fufi wasn’t
cheating on me with another boy.
She was merely living her life to the
fullest. Until I knew that she was
going out on her own during the
day, her other relationship hadn’t
affected me at all. Fufi had no
malicious intent.
I believed that Fufi was my
dog, but of course that wasn’t true.
Fufi was a dog. I was a boy. We got
along well. She happened to live in
my house. That experience shaped
what I’ve felt about relationships
for the rest of my life: You do not
own the thing that you love. I was