You gonna marry him? You asked in 2015.
Why do you ask?
I always knew you’d marry a yuppie.
Do you even know what that means? Yuppie. you’ve said it for years and I still have no idea what you mean. Fucking yuppie, what is it anyway.
Just a yuppie, he says.
And what are you, then. How you get off thinking you’re any different.
I’m not that, he says. I don’t have the money. And we pay to keep our people healthy in Germany.
You seem to be doing alright for yourself.
I work hard.
He does too.
For his Dad?
Not for his Dad.
For some brown-noser that knows him?
You get connections, you use them. That’s life.
Wish it was that easy for everyone.
Come back to America then, I wanted to say, but didn’t:
And maybe I won’t marry a Yuppie.