Breaking Up and Moving Up

Orlando and I had been together for ten years.

I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart.

I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps.

Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation.

That was it. I gave up.