It was the second time we had found ourselves here, this time around the 2.5-year mark. Neither of us was happy with the state of affairs, yet neither of us could bring ourselves to end it.
We decided to split, that we both deserved 100% true love and not this 90% thing we kept trying to shoehorn our lives into.
But then I was moving, and we both didn't see the harm in starting to see one another casually (hah) until I left. We got pregnant. You told me you loved me for the first time. We ended the pregnancy and our fling, both of which were for good this time.
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Editor’s note: Here’s one of my faves from the archives called “This 90% Thing ❤️🩹,” first published in My Favorite Breakup on June 26, 2022.
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