My phone buzzed on my desk as I took another bite of the BLT in my hands.
I put the sandwich down and looked at the text message from my boyfriend, Chad.
“I really can’t do this anymore. I didn’t know about all of the baggage, all of your fears. I’m sorry, but I have to find someone that I don’t have to spend all of my time and energy fixing.”
I knew that it would have happened eventually, but the shock was still heart-breaking. I didn’t even respond to the text. This wasn’t a new thing.
Men were supposed to break up in person, but it always seemed to be over texts or voicemails these days. Was I really that broken that men couldn’t wait to tell me until I came home from work?
Tears began to stream down my face as I pushed my sandwich to the side and laid my head down on my desk. My
