Love’s Bitter Pill
When I was struck by a stomach illness, my boyfriend, Charles Fischer, was busy blowing out birthday candles with his assistant, Beverly Wagner.
I lay there in excruciating pain, but he didn't even glance at me. Instead, he affectionately stroked her nose.
“Bev is a year older! Make a wish, birthday girl!”
Later, after I had fainted and was rushed to the hospital, I called Charles, only for him to ignore me.
Meanwhile, Beverly posted a photo on Instagram. Gifts filled the screen, with the caption, [Yay! Charles is the best ever! Charles and Bev, together forever!]
When I confronted him, Charles didn’t care at all. "It's Bev’s birthday. Were you expecting me not to spend it with her? If you can't handle it, we're done!"
This was the umpteenth time he'd threatened to break up with me, always confident that I wouldn't dare to leave him.
Not this time.