My Own Breakup Story, Part 3

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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.

So, on the morning of my birthday, I went shopping for groceries. I spent most of the day preparing for his visit. After all, I had not seen him for months, so everything should be just perfect. I even chose to prepare his favorite dishes.

I was in the middle of cooking dinner when he called up again. In that phone call, he said he was sorry but he would not be able to make it, after all. He had a rush job that needed done and his boss asked him to work overtime.

Never before had I cried in frustration on my birthday. No one had ever made me cry on my birthday before. Still, I went on with my cooking and celebrated my birthday alone.


Another month passed by after my birthday. I did not see him even once. At some point, I stopped answering his text messages. I tried to forget my loneliness by playing online multiplayer games and visiting forums. I also buried myself in work.

I also met someone through these online games, but that is a story for another day. This new guy made me realize that there was no use hanging on to a lover who was more of a shadow than an actual presence in my life. After thinking it over for some time, I wrote him an email saying goodbye.

I never looked back. The funny thing was that an hour after sending that breakup email, I received a reply from him saying that he would marry me within the week if I would just take what I said in the email back. Still, I did not believe that it was worth making up with him. So I never looked back.

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My Own Breakup Story, Part 2

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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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