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“Nope. You and me? Done. You break up with me and break my fuckin’ heart like that? Tell me we don’t work, that you don’t see the future you want if you’re with me and I find out you have a date that same day? That was the end. There’s no making it right after that.”
I’m yelling now. All the emotion is bubbling over.
“Babe…”
“You fucked her that day, didn’t you?” I snap.
He doesn’t answer.
“You don’t need to answer. I know you and your game. I know all about it. Break up with me to fuck around, thinkin’ it’s guilt-free if we’re not together. Go sow your wild oats, figuring I’m crying my eyes out and pining for you, then get me back when you’re done being an asshat. Wrong. WRONG motherfucker.”
“Carly, please let me explain. Sometimes it takes something like this to be able to see what’s really----"
“No! Fuck no. You did me a favor, Jonathan. You did. Because now I’m free to find someone who isn’t a selfish asshole who complains that I’m too grown up, too responsible. Too boring behind my back. I’m free to find someone who won’t forget our anniversary. Who will take more than ten minutes to have sex and make sure I actually enjoy it!”
He doesn’t answer that. Direct hit right between the eyes.
Oh yeah. Nice girl Carly, Femme-bot Carly? She took a hike.
“Nothing to say now? Hope you enjoy sowing those wild oats, Jonny-boy, because this girl is ready to find better and bigger things. Get me?”
Yeah, I said bigger. It’s a low blow, but fuck him! He hurt me.
He doesn’t reply, so I continue.
“Don’t call me anymore. You broke up with me. You fucked some girl the day we broke up after being with me for two fucking years, thinking you could go play and that I’d wait around until you were ready to start adulting? Go do whatever the fuck you want. I’m not only adulting down here in sunny California, making three times the money I made at home, living in a sweet condo enjoying ocean views… guess what else? I’ve also got a hot millionaire flirting with me on a daily basis. And he looks at me like he wants to have me for lunch. Maybe I’ll let him.”
Is Aiden a millionaire? Don’t know. Maybe he’s a billionaire. Whatever.
“You’re not even a thousandaire and I would’ve been loyal and faithful to you until we died, Jon.” My emotion is leaking out of my eyes now. Great.
“Carly, babe. Please. I lu-love you. I fucked up.”
“Nope. You don’t love me. You probably never did. How could you treat someone you love like that? Lose my number. Better yet, don’t matter; I’m changing my number to a 6-1-9. I hope that old number haunts you enough that your next girlfriend, you treat better. You fucked up, buddy. You fucked up, large. I’m gonna be a successful adult down here. You go ahead and try to find someone better than me. More exciting than me. Have a blast!”
I hang up.
My heart is racing. Galloping. I’m filled with adrenalin. I want to scream out. Primal scream therapy. And maybe even laugh maniacally. And…
I hear noise. A door closes.
I thought I smelled cigarette smoke, but I was too caught up in my conversation.
I gasp. God, did Aiden hear me on the phone? I was really shouting.
Was that the balcony or the hallway? He might’ve been out there smoking.
My window is open so if it was the balcony door, everything would’ve been audible.
Is he alone? Did that girl he was arguing with leave or did they go have make-up sex?
I step out onto the balcony and take in some air while drinking from my water bottle.
Everything is quiet out here. The view is amazing. I breathe in and out a few times and then I breathe in again, deep. I picture the bad stuff, Jon, Cait, Steph? I picture it floating away on the breeze.
Whoosh. Gone.
I exhale slowly.
