Chapters (100)
- Magma
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Reykjavik 2007
- Chlamydia
- Bachelors I
- Vegetarians
- The Ex I
- The Bike
- Willpower I
- Willpower II
- Graduation Party
- His Children
- Hygiene
- Mom
- Ghosts of the Past
- The Ex II
- Girlfriends
- Butthole
- Love
- The Suburbs
- Privilege
- The Game I
- The Game II
- Prevention I
- Non Grata
- Oral Sex
- Plato’s Moon Child
- Vanity I
- Internet Friends I
- Bachelors II
- The Ex III
- The Ex IV
- Ephemera
- Deflowering
- Academia
- Internet Friends II
- Prevention II
- Limits I
- Limits II
- Birthday
- Bad
- Equation
- Vanity II
- Wedding
- He Loves Me
- The Sticking Place
- Blue Balls
- The Ex V
- Woman Warrior
- Words
- Lessons from History
- Cycle
- Love
- Contract
- Household
- Books
- Compromise I
- The Natural Habitat of Vegetarians
- Childhood
- Primitive
- Special Place
- Principles
- Growing Pains
- Treasure Hunt
- Compromise II
- Depression
- Alchemy
- Knowledge
- Disapparation
- Redhead
- Capulet
- Shame
- Kindness
- Hibernation
- Magma
- Mission
- Disappointment
- The Situation
- Out and About
- Appointment I
- Ground Zero
- Appointment II
- Desire
- Cold Slab
- Resolution
- Balance
- Untoward Effects
- Sleeping Beauty
- Optimism
- Drought
- Absence
- Going Down
- Situation
- Appointment III
- Crossroads
- Afterlife
- Cosmogenesis
- Back Cover
One of his childhood friends is going to get married in Selfoss, and he invited me to come with him. It’s the first time that I’ll meet any of his friends, apart from his roommate and his hopeless pickup artist pal. The ceremony was beautiful, everyone at the reception drunk on love. His friends thought I was really great, and one even said to him in astonishment, “Where have you been hiding this one?” We drank and danced, he twirled me in a circle on the dance floor and kissed me in front of everyone. He’s usually so private; he never does anything like that.
As night approached, we took a bus with his friends back to Reykjavik. On the way, he kissed me and, for the first time, said that he loved me. He said it again and again, I love you, I love you. When we arrived in town, I was pretty tired and much too drunk, so I went straight to his place. He went to Kaffibarinn with his friends. I woke up alone the next morning. He came home around noon and jumped straight into the shower.
He Loves Me
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The Sticking Place
The Sticking Place
Even though everything is better now, I still feel like I’m unraveling. He loves me, finally, but I’ve lost my footing and I can’t enjoy it. His girls get in the way. He sometimes talks to the red-haired girl on the internet and I think it’s weird. But he says it’s none of my business what he does on the internet, and she’s only his friend.
I try to be good in bed, but when I get it wrong, I hurt myself in some way. Once, he was having anal sex with me and I started to cry. I was so ashamed for being such a baby that when he finished, I beat my head on the headboard with all my strength, leaving a huge bump. I’m covered in scratches. The other day he grabbed my forearm—there was a trickle of blood—and barked, “Stop this! You’re just doing it for attention. It’s all an act.”
Maybe he was trying to snap me out of it, but I went back into the bathroom, locked myself in, and cut a few deep lines into my arm so that the blood poured all over the place. The scars will be nasty after this one.
Blue Balls
Blue Balls