She rolled her eyes and told me I was “too sensitive” and “jealous.” That’s when I realized she wasn’t listening—she didn’t want to.
So I stopped trying. I kept my distance. I let her live in her glowing romance while I quietly stepped back.
A few weeks ago, she called me in tears. Ethan had left. She’d found out he’d been messaging women his own age the entire time.
I do feel sorry for her. Breakups hurt at any age.
But if I’m honest? There’s also relief. And maybe even a small, guilty sense that this was inevitable.
Is it terrible that part of me thinks she crossed a line—and finally had to face the consequences?
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