Wish you all the happiness in the world (what my boyfriend really meant when he broke up with me)
He was busy with work, so I hadn’t seen him all week. I don’t even count four days ago because I surprised him at home and after we squeezed in a quickie, he managed to politely ask if he could resume his work. I respected his request because I never believed in being the girlfriend who got in the way of her boyfriend’s job. Mine was an investor. He was young, but ambitious and very wise when it came to business dealings. However, since I began dating him two years ago, he’s always put work before me. We actually met by chance — he was at the Starbucks I frequented two blocks by my place and knew my friend whom I was with, former work colleagues she later told me. She introduced us and I saw him again later that night when he came to a party she threw at her place. I went to his place afterwards and we had sex that first night. I remember thinking it’d be a one night stand, but he called me the next week and we began dating after a two week sex marathon. I recall telling myself that relationships aren’t born from one night stands. But we had a sexual connection that I had never experienced and that was a part of our relationship that never suffered.
My assumption of our relationship’s demise was true. He called me one night after 10, asking me if I had a few minutes to talk. The sound of his saying ‘few minutes’ made me almost deny him the right, but we did date for two years and I needed closure. I’d been unhappy lately; he barely made any time for me except for the occasional insatiable sex we shared.
“I know what you’re going to say Michael.” I surprised myself with my bold statement.
“You do?” he replied with a surprise tone in his voice.
“Yes.” I wanted him to say it though. I wanted to see if he had the guts to break up with me. I may not have been the best girlfriend, but we had a lot more good times than bad. I just convinced myself he was a workaholic who’d probably never settle down.
“Um well, I don’t know what to say. How did you find out?”
I was stumped. What did he mean?
“Why don’t you just say it Michael.” I was getting angry and I usually don’t get mad easily.
“I’m sorry Marie, but I’ve met someone. It wasn’t anything you did. You are a great person.”
“What? You met someone? When? We just fucked a few days ago.” I did not expect that at all. My heart was racing, my chest was puffing. I was feeling an anxiety attack coming on.
“You know the sex was the best part of our relationship. I’m sorry to be that blunt, but it’s true. The sex was always amazing.” He sounded like someone I never knew. Perhaps I never did.
I couldn’t respond. I was speechless. I kept my breathing to an even pace and fought back the tears with everything inside me.
“Marie?” He said softly.
Finally I spoke up after what seemed like five minutes, “You’ve done your duty.”
He breathed a heavy sigh, “Marie, I’m sorry, I really am. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”
The line went dead. I hung up on him. I had nothing to say. There was nothing to say.
I was poisoned by his words.
