The breakup made sense. She’d been shouldering my crumbling mental health for months, and she needed out. I still don’t blame her for leaving.
But the way she did it!
We hadn’t had our coffee shop date in a while. “I bet normalcy will make you feel better.” We sat at my favorite table (she insisted). It seemed kind, comforting, familiar. Two quiet sips into my latte: “I want to break up.” 30 seconds later she was gone.
She later bragged to our mutual friends about her plan. She wasn’t content with breaking my heart, she wanted to ruin my favorite coffee shop on the way out.
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P.S. You know the drill: Submit your own 100-word breakup story to keep this thing going. Love you <3 -jz