The Stipend, The Ex, and The Dead Boyfriend

Summary

I was too chicken to ask my advisor directly for my money. So, I decided to be passive-aggressive and drop a hint. I drafted a text: 【Mom, I’m not coming home for winter break. My living expenses are gone, my credit cards are maxed out, Boyfriend starved to death, and my stipend still hasn’t hit. Professor probably forgot again. I’ll just rot on campus.】

I hit send. My advisor replied instantly: 【?】 Panic set in. I scrambled to explain: 【Sorry Professor! Wrong person! Ignore that!】 Advisor: 【Your boyfriend died?】 Advisor: 【Understood. I’ll send you a boyfriend this afternoon.】 Me: ???