She Was Never the Real Reason
Just as I was drifting back to sleep, his voice, hoarse, came through, "So, you're breaking up with me because of the child?"
I didn't answer. Beverly's pregnancy was the trigger, igniting the already fragile foundation of our relationship. Over the past six months with Beverly, I'd seen his tender side. I finally understood: he didn't love me. That was the real reason.
"I don't agree to the breakup. Tell me where you are; I want to see you," he said.
I didn't want to see him. Breakups aren't like marriages; they don't require mutual consent. One person's decision ends it. A good ex disappears from the other's life. We didn't need to meet.