After the Ninth Breakup, He Regretted It
I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too.
I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me.
I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt.
After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology.
But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me.
This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me.
I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig