"What the fuck."
I stared at my phone in shock.
The text from my boyfriend of two years, Aaron, replayed in my head.
"I just don't think we're working out anymore, and i've been seeing someone else too."
My eyes glossed over.
"wtf do uou mean youve been seeinf someone else?" I typed out one of my many replies.
"youre breajing up w me over trxt?"
"wjo have uou been seeinf?"
"how could uou do this i fucjing loved you."
"wtf aaron."
My fingers were too busy going a mile a minute for me to notice my spelling mistakes.
With my speedy typing and glossy eyes, it was hard to see blurry letters.
Not that I cared, he's used to my spelling.
He sent a new text.
"im sorry."
"i didnt mean to hurt you i js dont feel anything anymore"
Tears fell from my eyes as I blinked.
There was a fat lump in my throat.
How could he do this to me.
More tears fell from my face as my nose started running.
"wjo wss it aaron?"
I felt so hurt. Betrayed. Confused.
"please" he responded.
"wjo wss it."
I tried my best to wipe my tears as I could feel my face reddening.
A new text.
"liv"
My heart hurt.
My stomach dropped all the way to my ass.
Liv? His fucking ex? What the fuck.
"uou fucjing told me you guys were over ehat rhe fuck." I texted speedily.
New text.
"she was just there when i needed her stop being such a bitch about it"
Time stopped.
Did he just call me a bitch?
What the fuck.
I love him.
He wouldn't do that to me.
I had so many questions, so many responses, but I couldn't bring myself to type a single word.
One minute passes. Two. Three. Five. Ten.
My mind soars with endless responses.
My fingers won't move.
Betrayal. Hurt. Confusion.
My thoughts stopped.
"ok."
I didn't wait for a reply.
I shut my phone off, throwing it down on the bed next to me.
I laid on my stomach and cried into my pillow.
Endless tears flowed. Snot streamed from my nose.
I hate him.
I don't hate him.
I want to hate him.
What the fuck.
Why be such a cunt.
