The Afterthought Boyfriend

The Afterthought Boyfriend

Gavin

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The pen hovered, ready to sign the lease for our new apartment, signaling a huge step forward after seven years with Chloe. This was supposed to be it, our future, a real home we'd finally share. Then, her phone buzzed for the third time in minutes, betraying the familiar source of chaos: Liam. "He needs me," she whispered, already pulling away, leaving me stranded with two unsigned leases and a bewildered agent. My heart sank when I scrolled social media to find Liam's smug selfie with Chloe, her arm around him, captioned "My angel, always there." Her follow-up text wasn't "Are you okay?" but an angry accusation: "Are you trying to make me look bad? I'm dealing with something real here." The supposed "crisis" was a lie, a performance designed to put Liam first, as always. Seven years of always being second, of cancelled plans and hollow apologies, now burned with the bitter truth: he wasn't having a relapse, he was just having my Chloe. Every single time, her excuses and empty promises had left me feeling like an afterthought, my feelings dismissed. How could I have been so foolishly hopeful, clinging to the belief that her fleeting affection was genuine love, not just a desperate cling to a safety net? Then, my boss offered an escape: a lead designer position in San Francisco, a chance for a fresh start. I was done with the lies, the neglect, the constant battle for a love that wasn't truly mine. Looking Chloe in the eye, despite my fever, I declared, "We're over. Your apologies are always too late." This time, I was choosing myself, walking away for good.

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The pen hovered, ready to sign the lease for our new apartment, signaling a huge step forward after seven years with Chloe.

This was supposed to be it, our future, a real home we'd finally share.

Then, her phone buzzed for the third time in minutes, betraying the familiar source of chaos: Liam.

"He needs me," she whispered, already pulling away, leaving me stranded with two unsigned leases and a bewildered agent.

My heart sank when I scrolled social media to find Liam's smug selfie with Chloe, her arm around him, captioned "My angel, always there."

Her follow-up text wasn't "Are you okay?" but an angry accusation: "Are you trying to make me look bad? I'm dealing with something real here."

The supposed "crisis" was a lie, a performance designed to put Liam first, as always.

Seven years of always being second, of cancelled plans and hollow apologies, now burned with the bitter truth: he wasn't having a relapse, he was just having my Chloe.

Every single time, her excuses and empty promises had left me feeling like an afterthought, my feelings dismissed.

How could I have been so foolishly hopeful, clinging to the belief that her fleeting affection was genuine love, not just a desperate cling to a safety net?

Then, my boss offered an escape: a lead designer position in San Francisco, a chance for a fresh start.

I was done with the lies, the neglect, the constant battle for a love that wasn't truly mine.

Looking Chloe in the eye, despite my fever, I declared, "We're over. Your apologies are always too late."

This time, I was choosing myself, walking away for good.

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