Because I know how this goes. I’ve lived this story before.
Different man. Same ending.
I open my settings. Scroll.
Block.
“Wait, you blocked him?”
I glance up from my kitchen counter where I’m aggressively chopping a cucumber that has done absolutely nothing to deserve this level of violence.
Elizabeth stands across from me, arms crossed, watching like she’s witnessing a slow-motion disaster.
“Yes.”
“Already?”
“It’s been twelve hours.”
“That is not a long time.”
“It is when someone leaves you hanging off the side of a building.”
She winces. “Okay, when you say it like that…”
“Because that is exactly what happened,” I say, slicing a little harder. “Twice, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Third time? I’m done.”
Elizabeth leans her hip against the counter. “He said it was an emergency.”
“They all say that.”
“He’s not all of them.”
I look up at her.
She doesn’t back down.
“He’s different,” she adds.
“You don’t know that.”
“I know what I saw,” she says. “He was clearly into you. I’m sure he didn’t want to leave.”
My grip tightens on the knife.
“Well, he did. Three times.”
She hesitates a second. “Kat…”
“No,” I cut in. “I’m not doing this again. I’m not waiting around for someone who might show up. I deserve better than that.”
“You do,” she agrees immediately. “But?—”
“No buts.”
She raises her hands. “Okay. No buts.”
“Thank you.”
