I left him in Japan, after midnight at a club in a busy part of Tokyo.
He had been abusing me for two years and when I finally had enough, I was halfway across the world and didn’t know what to do next.
This was the sixth breakup.
I looked him straight in the eye — and told him I was leaving; that I’d need the Rolex back.
It took 20 minutes for him to realize I was serious.
I bought him the Rolex, a 1991 date just from a store downtown. This was the first nice gift I had bought anyone, and it took me ages to save up the money on my line cook’s hourly wage.
Now I wear it everyday.
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