mixed bag

We returned home from a long-anticipated vacation just as things were heating up in our city. My boyfriend spent the first two weeks of quarantine calling every person he's ever met. Our apartment is not big and he's not a quiet conversationalist, so there's really nowhere to hide. The constant phone calls have now dwindled to just regular two-hour conversations with his brother, and from these it's becoming clear to me that my boyfriend has some genuine daddy issues he needs to work through. One of these calls ended in tears, which is historically more my wheel house, but welcome to the new reality I guess. I'm hoping at some point in his life he can organically arrive at the conclusion that therapy isn't bullshit, but for now two cis-het men talking about their feelings is pretty good, right?  We're also both out of work and my friend got shot last week (he miraculously survived but his buddy didn't). I'm pretty sure I felt the full range of human emotion in the span of four hours. On the bright side, I've got 20 pounds of rice, 36 rolls of toilet paper, and 4 months of birth control. Real mixed bag over here.