My Own Breakup Story, Part 2

[Continued from the previous post]

He would be home for a week or two before flying again. Even then, he would refuse to see me while he was at home because he was either too tired or too busy from work to give me the quality time that I wanted. I thought it was okay because I believed then that as long as we are both sure that we loved each other, not seeing each other frequently is not really a big deal.

But then, it started to be not okay. There was a time when I did not see him for three months. I got very lonely and depressed. The wedding date that we previously set got pushed back further and further. And still, I waited.


It became clear to me that he loved his work more than he loved me. Of course, he would justify this by saying that he was only preparing for our future together. He told me he wanted to provide me a comfortable life so he had to work hard for it. At first, this reason was enough for me. I could live on it despite my loneliness.

After a time, even that reason stopped being enough. More than a comfortable life, I wanted someone to be there when I needed him, someone to talk to and share my thoughts with. Most of all, I wanted someone who would respect me and my time, instead of making me adjust my schedule and my life goals just to meet his own.

The breaking point came on my birthday four years ago. By then, I already quit my office job and started working from home as a freelance writer. He called me up the day before my birthday and said that I should cook dinner for him on my birthday. We had not seen each other for three months and he said he missed me.

[To be continued.]

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