I drove to the hospital, my mind flooded with different thoughts and emotions. What was supposed to be a fun and chill night with Abba had taken an unexpected turn. I got dumped, found a new flame, and now Abba was in the hospital.
Why was I the emergency contact? She dumped me; they could have called one of the tech bros sliding into her DMs to confuse her. Now I understand why my sister always said, “Don’t sleep with anyone you can’t make an emergency contact.” Today, this would have applied. But thinking about it critically, if your parents or siblings were your emergency contacts, you wouldn’t sleep with them, would you?
The beautiful woman I met at the restaurant was a distraction — a welcome distraction from the pain Abba had inflicted on me. She was effortlessly beautiful, exuding grace, poise, and elegance. She caught my attention when I needed it the most, an escape from my painful reality. I couldn’t make my relationship work, and I felt inadequate.
Abba had been the woman I never wanted to be without. We shared so much — memories, dreams, and future plans. Over time, things began to…
