My Personal Diary Collette

Jan 1

Happy fucking New Year and what a way to start the New Year, I settled back in the chair and looked over my, almost empty, apartment. Jake, my boyfriend for the past year had left while I was at work. All he left behind was a note: Sorry, babe, Sonja was a helluva lot better in bed than you ever were and she’s having my baby.

Jake.

What the hell? Who the hell was Sonja? It doesn’t matter, does it? I am trying so hard not to cry but it stings like a bitch. Am I really that bad in bed? I hardly think so but yet he was the third boyfriend who said the same thing in six years.

I ran a hand down my face and exhaled a deep breath that trembled. My heart broke because I thought Jake was different this time. I really though he was but I guess I was wrong. I stood up and walked over to the small radio that he didn’t take and turned it on. Soft rock music filled the air around me and it fit the mood I was in.

“Sorry,” he said. How could he have been sorry? He was the one who was fucking some other woman while living with me. No wonder why he was late coming home at times.

Strange thing was when I wanted a baby he said we couldn’t afford one. He was a cashier at a big box electronic store. As for me, I was a clerk for a CPA firm. Hell, I made more money than he did.

“I hope he burns in hell for what he’s done,” I told myself as I walked around the apartment. “At least he left the couch and the recliner but took everything else including the bed and dresser. At least I still have my clothes.”

I came home late last night because Mr. Johnson wanted me to work late and do some rescheduling with certain clients. I came home and was hoping to celebrate another pay raise with a bottle of wine. Jake wasn’t home but his little note was. Even though it had been several hours and a whole night, it still stung like a bitch.