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Peter–that asshole–was dead set on saying we never broke up.
Then, for the first time ever, he posted about me on his Instagram.
[In two weeks, my fiancée and I are getting married! All friends and family are invited to the wedding!]
Seeing that post stirred up all sorts of mixed feelings in me.
We’d been together eight years, and I’d asked him so many times to post a photo of us, just so people would know he had a fiancée.
But he never did.
Eventually, anytime I brought it up, he’d get
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“Are you for real? You think that’s mature?”
“Listen, folks who know me already know you’re my fiancée. I don’t need to show off for those who don’t, alright?”
“Fine! Once we get married, I’ll announce it then! And every–fucking–one will know.”
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After he lashed out at me like that, I stopped bringing it up.
And I only stopped caring after overhearing a conversation between him and Josie.
“She’s not worth putting in my feed. You know what, if you hadn’t gone abroad, I wouldn’t have ever even agreed to date her.”
“She’s done a lot for me by now, though. If I dumped her, I’d look like an ungrateful jerk.” “But listen, Josie, I swear, if you come back to me, I’d call off this wedding right away…”
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I didn’t hear the rest; I just went back home feeling empty.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it. This guy who’d been sleeping next to me for years, who was all loving just a few days ago… How could he say something so heartbreaking?
But seeing someone for who they really are is a blessing in disguise, I guess.
After that, I stopped having any expectations for him.
So when I sold the house and ran away, there wasn’t much heartbreak left, and moving on was surprisingly easier.
Now, seeing his post? I didn’t even comment. I just made my own post, showing a photo of me and my new boyfriend.
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Just clearing things up: Peter and I broke up. Meet Val Crawford, my boyfriend.]
After posting that, my messages blew up.
Friends jumped in to congratulate me, sending all sorts of good vibes.
But others were just shocked.
[Hailey, you and Peter were together for eight years! We all thought you’d make it. How’d you two just… end things?]
I laughed and typed a reply.
[LOL. There’s not much to say. Let’s just say we leave the wrong people so we can meet the ones we deserve.]
When Val and I were out skating one day, I got a friend request from a random account.
I thought it might be a flower shop customer,
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so I accepted.
Then a screenshot message came in, hitting
me in the face.
It was a screenshot of a conversation with a friend, where I’d called my relationship with Peter a “bad romance.”
Then, an audio call popped up.
“Hailey, aren’t you something else!”
“Didn’t you say you’d love me forever? And now you’re calling us a bad match just because you got a new guy?”
Peter sounded mad, ready to take his anger
out on me.
But I couldn’t be bothered to listen.
“My boyfriend’s calling. Got no time for this.”
After that, I hung up.
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only because I thought he loved me back.
Maybe he forgot, but I’d said something after that too.
“Peter, if one day you ever stop loving me or fall for someone else, just tell me, okay? We’ll end things without hard feelings.”
“Just don’t mess me around. Don’t fool me.”
“I swear, if I catch you cheating on me, you’ll regret it.”
Val? I met him at the flower shop. He was gentle, had a good sense of humor, and actually respectful of women.
Way better than Peter.
At first, maybe I was just trying to distract myself. But soon enough, thank goodness, my ex barely crossed my mind.
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actuany respect of women.
Way better than Peter.
At first, maybe I was just trying to distract myself. But soon enough, thank goodness, my ex barely crossed my mind.
Guess if you stay stuck in one place too long, you miss out on all the beauty around you.
Hell, you might even miss the one thing that was meant for you all along.
“Tired? Here, drink some water.”
Val handed me a bottle, steadying me so I wouldn’t collapse.
We were laughing when, suddenly, this figure came storming over, fist raised, aiming straight for my boyfriend.
I looked up, stunned, and met my ex’s furious
gaze.
