MY BOYFRIENDS SCREWED UP BIG TIME

I sat on the couch and stared blankly at the TV as my mind replayed the events of the past days. Really, my boyfriend Alex had messed up this time. I couldn’t believe it.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” my best friend, Rachel, asked, plopping down beside me.
“It’s Alex,” I said, shaking my head. “He lied to me. Again.”
“What did he do this time?” Rachel asked, grimacing her face like one who just tasted a bitter herb.
“I found out he’s been talking to his ex behind my back,” I said, feeling a mix of anger and hurt.
“That’s awful,” Rachel said. “You deserve so much better.”
I nodded, remembering the conversation we had when Alex first told me about his ex.
“She’s just a friend,” he had said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Friends don’t text each other at 2 AM,” I replied, raising an eyebrow.
Alex laughed it off. “She’s just going through a tough time. I’m trying to be supportive.”
I believed him. Or at least, I wanted to.
Fast-forward to last night, when I saw the text messages on his phone.
“Baby, I miss you,” his ex had written.
“I miss you too,” Alex replied.
My heart sank.
When he tried to hold me while greeting me when he came visiting as usual, I confronted him.
“Alex, how could you?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“It meant nothing,” he said, minimizing it. “She’s just an old friend.”
“An old friend you’re still in love with,” I fired back.
Alex sighed. “Look, I know I messed up. But please, don’t leave me.”
I rose to my feet and confronted him face-to-face.
“You broke my trust, Alex. I don’t think I would ever be able to trust you anymore.”
“You don’t have to do this,” he retorted.
“Well, I am,” I answered.

Rachel reached out and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
“You did the right thing,” she said. “You deserve someone who respects and loves you fully.”
I nodded, knowing she was right. I thought I overreacted but he didn’t try as much as I thought to beg me to return. He did just little. I was broken. The one I trusted had flopped.

I sat down on the couch, knowing that all this time, I had been blinded to Alex’s flaws.
“It’s time for me to move on,” I said to Rachel.
“Oh, about time,” she replied with a smile.
It took weeks, but slowly I was healing. Alex tried to win me back, but I wouldn’t budge. It was too late
“I’m sorry,” he texted.
“Sorry isn’t enough,” I replied.
After a few weeks, I was with Racheal when I met someone new.
“Hi, I’m Max,” he said, smiling.
“Hi,” I replied, my heart fluttering. “I am Bella”

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He was perfect, or so I thought.
We met over cups of coffee again because we were both into books. The conversations flowed, and on our dates, laughter was never far away.
Six months rolled around, and cracks started to appear.
“Hey, where were you last night?” I asked him over breakfast.
“Out with friends,” he said, not looking my way.
“Just friends?” I pushed.
Max hesitated before answering.
“There was someone else there.from work.”
Instinct had kicked in.
“Who is she?” I asked firmly.
“Emily. She’s new at the office. We just grabbed drinks.”
I remembered the texts I’d seen on his phone.
“Max, I’ve seen the way you talk to her. Flirty messages, late-night conversations.”
Max sighed.
“It’s harmless. You’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting?” I echoed. “You’re hiding something from me.”
Max’s face changed.

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“Fine. Emily and I. We have a past. Okay? But it’s over.
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“A past?” I echoed, shocked.
“We dated briefly before I met you. It was casual.”
“Casual?” I shook my head. “You never mentioned her.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Max said.
“Hurt me?” I laughed bitterly. “You’re hurting me now.”
Max reached for my hand.
“I love you. Not Emily.”
I pulled away.
“Love? You call this love? You’re still connected to her.”
The conversation finished with Max storming out, claiming that he needed space.
I knew then I was caught in the same cycle. It was hard to admit it.
“Why do I always attract these guys?” I later asked Rachel.
“Oh, you deserve better,” she said. “Probably take time to put a little more focus on yourself.”
I nodded, knowing the truth.
“No more relationships for a while. They screwed up or maybe I did.”
Rachel smiled.

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