I Quit My Job and My Relationship
While we're camping outdoors, my boyfriend, Preston Bassett, hands his cup to his childhood friend, Ashley Rankin.
Instead of making a scene, I simply tell him I want to break up.
"Just because I'm letting her use my cup?"
"Yes."
Rather than getting mad, Preston laughs. "Fine. Let's break up then. But try to stand by your decision this time. Don't come crying to me for a second chance before we've even packed up the tent."
His friend chimes in from the side, "Maybe you should just apologize. If you guys actually break up, you'll be crying before you know it."
Preston looks at me like he couldn't care less, a mocking smirk on his face. "She's just bored out of her mind and is looking for trouble.
"Back then, she was even willing to fall out with her family just to move to this city and be with me. I'd be impressed if she could keep this up for two days."
He's right. I have loved him for three whole years, and I have willingly given up everything for him.
What he'll never understand is the fact that jobs can always be replaced, and the wrong person is always someone worth walking away from.
I have already submitted my resignation and received an offer from a new company. So, as soon as the handover is complete, I'll leave.
This time, no matter what happens, I am never looking back.