Although I refused to call him my boyfriend and shuddered at the idea of him calling me his girlfriend, I spent the first couple months of my relationship with Henry attached at the hip. At the time, he was working as a long-term substitute teacher but had lined up an almost year-long job training program at the end of the spring semester so he could change careers. While I was incredibly excited for him, the program was over an hour’s drive away from my grad school. Though neither of us had any intention of ending things when he left, I was understandably worried about making the distance work.
In June, around three months into our relationship and shortly after the end of the school year, Henry had to pack up his apartment and his classroom in the same week. He was going to be back soon for a conference in my city, and he had already made me agree to [introduce him](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtlqeu/fm_reclaimed_my_boyfriends_cock_in_a_bar_bathroom/) to my grad school friends while he was in town, but I was suffering from extreme pre-separation anxiety. I was like a clingy house cat. I’d tag along for his grocery shopping and car tune-ups and miscellaneous errands but act like it was a coincidence that I happened to be there, even though we always drove together. Henry thankfully found my attachment cute and funny instead of annoying or concerning.