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.
But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.
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