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Chewy
Have you ever considered that he might not be the guy for you?
I covered my mouth with my hand as another sob escaped my throat. I hadn’t ever considered that. We hadn’t lived by one another during undergrad and medical school, but we’d maintained our relationship long-distance. We’d always had a plan. Once he’d gotten his residency back home, he’d said it was time for us to be together all the time, and I’d agreed. Long distance was exhausting. Though I’d had my best friend with me. But it didn’t help that Finn and Carl didn’t get along, as neither cared for the other.
No. I’ve been with him for eleven years. Obviously, I’ve invested close to half my life with the guy.
Chewy
You weren’t even living near one another for most of that time. He didn’t support you when you wanted to pursue your dream. He’s a narcissistic asshole.
I wasn’t in the mood for a Carl bashing. It was Finn’s favorite pastime. My best friend was the most happy-go-lucky guy I’d ever known—unless we were discussing Carl. I cried into my pillow some more, and the lump in my throat was so thick it was painful to swallow.
I can’t do this right now. I have to go.
Chewy
You’re coming home in three days, Miney. Do not let him mess that up for you.
I couldn’t fathom how uncomfortable it would be to see them together. She’d love to rub it in my face. I couldn’t believe Carl was with her.
I can’t come there and have their relationship thrown in my face every day. I’m single, jobless, and homeless. Now I’m going to have to move back in with my parents at thirty years old. How am I going to face them?
Chewy
Fuck them. And you’re not thirty; you’re barely twenty-nine. You don’t have to live with your parents. You can move in with me. I have a big house now. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Answer your damn phone, Miney.
My heart ached. Had I made a huge mistake? Had I been selfish by chasing my dream to come here?
I’ll call you later, Chewy. I don’t want to talk about it right now.
Chewy
I’ll give you a day. But you better pick up your damn phone tomorrow.
* * *
I’d spent the next two days in almost the exact same position on my bed. Carl had texted me to let me know that he was in a relationship and thought it best I heard it from him.
Long after I’d heard it from multiple people.
He’d told me that he’d hoped we’d find our way back to one another but that he’d gotten tired of waiting, even though I was coming home this week.
He’d claimed that I hadn’t made him a priority and she had.
It was like a knife to the heart.
I’d made so many sacrifices for him, and he couldn’t give me this one?
I’d barely eaten, and I’d never felt so low, at least not since I’d been sick in college, but that was a different kind of low.
Finn was having a fit because I’d yet to pick up the phone. He’d left numerous messages and sent multiple texts, but I’d stopped responding. I glanced down to see a new message.
Chewy
Damn it, Miney. What the hell is going on? Are you coming home tomorrow?
I reached for the roll of toilet paper that I had in bed with me and blew my nose. I’d canceled my flight for tomorrow because I didn’t feel like I could get up and go to the airport.
