I Let Go After My Boyfriend Chose My Sister
When my boyfriend pressed the wrong elevator button for my sister's floor yet again, he gave me a blaming look.
"Why didn't you remind me? Whatever. Since we're already outside her door, I might as well help Nicole change her broken lightbulb."
I managed to force a bitter smile.
There it was again. "Since we're already here."
Ever since my sister, Nicole, moved into the penthouse of my apartment building a year ago, my boyfriend had consistently pressed the wrong button.
When we were supposed to watch a movie together, he carried the champagne he bought straight to Nicole's door and knocked.
When I had a raging fever and asked him to bring me medicine, he bought painkillers instead and delivered them to Nicole because she happened to have a headache.
Even on my birthday, he walked right into Nicole's apartment carrying my birthday cake.
"Since the cake is already at her place, let's just use it to celebrate your sister's housewarming," he had said. "And since I'm already here, the light in Nicole's living room is out. I'll fix it for her real quick."
Right now, I watched as he walked into Nicole's apartment without even looking back.
With an expressionless face, I hit the button to close the elevator doors.
He had completely forgotten that my lease expired today. It was moving day.
Since he chose Nicole, there was no reason for me to wait for him any longer.