Never Again in Another Life
My boyfriend was a therapist.
On the day I got diagnosed with ALS, he was busy celebrating his friend's birthday.
He said, "Sophie's got depression. Without me, she could break down, hurt herself, or do worse things."
To look after her, he broke up with me and moved into her place.
I blocked him on everything, agreeing we'd go our separate ways.
Strangely, he lost his nuts when he found out I was dying.