My Boyfriend Slept With My Best Friend, I Left Them Both Behind
Graham always believed I was too independent, that I didn't love him enough.
So when my best friend cried and said, "I need you," he chose her.
Even when someone shattered my right hand in a parking lot and I called him twice for help, he never answered.
I spent the next three years away from Chicago, changed all my contact information, and left him in the past.
When we met again, he stood in the ER hallway, his eyes reddening as he watched my right hand hold a needle holder steady once more.
But he understood far too late.
It wasn't that I didn't need love.
I just no longer needed someone who took my strength for granted.