Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

If Coral had to rank her current breakup situation on a scale from one to ten. One being a normal, healthy breakup, to ten,being the absolute worst, it would have ranked as a twenty. An all-time worst in her, or anyone else’s she’d ever known breakup history. Not that she had had many breakups in her twenty-six years of life, but still to her, this felt like the absolute worst. It also couldn't have come at a worse time in her life either.

She had just finished her classes and obtained her realtor's license. She opened her very own real estate agency all in just six months ago. She was spread thin financially and stressed to the max with all of her bills and many business expenses. She was trying not to complain. Her business was thriving, but it was still new.

She had landed some unexpected high profile clients within her community a few weeks ago. She had also hired a receptionist, for when she was out and needed someone to answer the phones. She had invested all of her money, time and energy into this. Even if it was a small one room building with an open bay area that she could only put minimal things inside of it. She paid two thousand dollars a month for it, or rather for the location.

Nonetheless, it was hers and it was turning out to be the only wise decision she had made for herself in her young adult life. She had met Dean, her atrocious ex, on a cruise to the Florida Keys a year and six months ago. She had enjoyed his company immensely, and liked the confident manner in which he spoke of his financial savvy ways and his career. She had also thought he had had a great senseof humor and style when they had first met. He seemed to have secretly reveled in the fact she was eleven years his junior and gorgeous to boot.

Her being African American didn’t bother him, and his age had’nt bothered her. Looking back on it now,she had seen all the warning signs and knew her naivete played a big part in why he had lied to her so often, and she had fallen for it so easily. She recalled when he had once told her all his ex girlfriends had been substantially younger than him. In the beginning of their relationship he had told her he was thirty-three, but after three months of living together, and his guard decreasing daily she had found out he was actually forty-three, and in financial straights from a six-year marriage that had gone bad.

As the months progressed into a year she began working two jobs while going to school to financially support them after he finally admitted to her that he was flat out broke. Even then she just wanted him to know she could hold it down and that she wasn’t the type of woman to let her man not having money get in the way of her truly loving him, being there for him and understanding him, so she did. The more she did for him the more lax he became and would admit horrible things to her. He finally let her know the truth about the cruise they had met on, and why he was even there, which she had always thought was a romantic way of them meeting and loved telling her friends about it.

She found out from him that the cruise had been an anniversary present he had purchased for his ex-wife during their marriage before he had known she had filed for divorce. Instead of giving her half of the money for the trip he went on the trip without her instead. He had decided to mention that little tidbit of information to her a month ago today. She had been living with Dean for a year and a half now, in an overpriced condo he insisted they move into, so he could sell his house from his previous marriage. The house sold for twenty-thousand dollars less than what he had expected, and it seemed like Dean had changed into a greedy, spiteful, condescending jerk...