Chapter 17. The Dumps

The first half of my Sunday I spend in bed, and the other half I spend on my couch watching mundane TV shows. I can’t even get up to cook. I order pizza and stuff my face whilst I try to counsel myself. I’m either consumed by the breakup or trying to distract myself from it.

I’m so pathetic for feeling like this, for being like one of those weaklings who cry over a fucking breakup. But, then again, no other guy ever made me feel what Rick did. I don’t know how I will endure the office. If I didn’t need my job, I would have quit. I’ll probably have to find another job and start over. Next time, I’ll just take shit from my boss quietly.

Every time I think about our dates at the cottage and amusement park, or when we just spent time in his apartment, I yearn for his touch and mourn the end of our relationship. Despite how he ended it, I still love him. The heartbreak feels like this stain that will never go away. I’m gripp