Just a short little story.
“Breaking up with me on my birthday, isn’t he a prince?” Sue thought as she started gathering her things.”What the hell should I do now, my sister will be thrilled when I knock on her door," she was now talking to herself, madder than a hornet. Jack was such a putz sometimes, she didn’t put him down. In fact she’d been more than forgiving of his disposition which shifted on a daily basis. Sometimes he would call her so often it got tiring. Other times he appeared to be oblivious to anything she would need.
This last fight had been a doozie she would never forget. “What the hell does he mean, I’m too needy? I was just thinking the same thing about him.”
Sue had been trying to reach him the entire day; he’d made a promise he hadn’t kept and she couldn’t handle it herself.
“So I left 20 or more voicemails, I was desperate. You don’t split over voicemails.” Apparently you do, according to Jack.
He had promised to drive her to the hospital. When it was time to go; no Jack. Sue had to call a cab which made her feel all alone. “So it was false labor and I didn’t have the baby. I’m just a terrible selfish b****. I guess it’s my fault. I answer all of his calls, I was pretty stupid to think he’d pay attention to me this time, “she mumbled to herself.
She grabbed her bag, broke his favorite trophy when she accidentally knocked it over, and walked out the door. Sue smiled as she left thinking, “Accident my foot? He’ll call tonight, he always does.”