actual message. He didn’t call. He didn’t text. He did not spell out “It’s Over” in pancakes.I didn’t want him to change his mind and go out with me again.
I just wanted him to value me enough to break up with me.I was shocked and also a little impressed by Jesse’s audacity—he really thought that he could make me listen to a three hour Jason Mraz-based playlist and then slip quietly into the mists of time like a twee forrest creature when he was done with me.
Somehow, the bar for how I expected to be treated by men had sunk beneath the level of the water table. I didn’t want him to change his mind and go out with me again.
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