the Nine Signs of a Breakup

he'll stop making plans with you

I remember at the start of our relationship, we were so happy. Every Friday and Saturday were "our" days. Whether it was a cute date, a steamy make out session, or ice cream and Netflix, it was always us.

But recently, he hasn't been the same. What started as Friday's and Saturdays, turned into just Friday's, then Friday nights. I talked to him about it, he just shrugged it off, suggesting that I was being paranoid and that he was just busy with work and crap. Lies. It's definitely more than 'work and crap.'

I then decided to take matters into my own hands, maybe he's just tired and can't be bothered planning a date. Operation; Date With Ma Man.

So that next Friday night, I went over to his house; with me were his favourite sweets. A large block of dark chocolate, as dark as his hair, a bag of jelly beans, as sweet as his smile, and a box of Coco Pops, as fun and loveable as him.

My nerves were slightly on edge lately. What if he was planning on ending it, ending us? Maybe I was just paranoid. Knocking lightly on his oak wood door, I could hear his steps before the door creaked open.

"Oh, uh what's up?" He questioned, looking extremely confused as to why I was at his door.

"It's Friday! I thought we could just chill tonight, yeah?"

He looked back into his house, I snuck a glance in, seeing it looked like absolute trash, and the smell that came from it was putrid. I've never seen him so, gross before.

He walked back into his home, leaving the door open, and I took it as an invitation to walk in. Glancing around, I saw mouldy food, empty bottles and dirty socks and jocks, wonderful.

"Damn, you need a maid or something. How can you even live like this?" I asked lightheartedly, truth behind every word.

"Piss off, leave if you don't like it," he spat.

Wow. Goddamn someone's on their period. I watched as he sat on his dirty couch, taking up eighty percent, leaving a sliver for me, I assume.

I fall back into the couch, causing him to groan quite loudly. I sighed, I'll give him the sweets, if he acts indifferent I'll leave. Maybe he's just had a rough day, or week.

"Hey, I bought your favs," I opened up the plastic bag that contains happiness. He glanced at me, I took out the three items and held them in my hands. "What should we start with?" I grinned cheekily.

I saw the corners of his lips curl upwards, making me grin like a creep. He chuckled at me, yet his eyes didn't glisten like they would. He clutched the jelly beans, taking out five of the same colour. I placed the treats back in the bag and relaxed. Looking at him, I saw he was focused on the television, engrossed in the football game. I wanted to sigh again, but I didn't want to seem annoying and needy.

We sat for what felt like two hours, but was only ten minutes when I couldn't take it. There was a tension in the air, yet neither of us said anything. I felt awkward and uncomfortable. I need to leave.

"So uh, I'll get going. Enjoy the chocolate and cereal." I stood from the couch and placed the plastic bag in that spot. I looked to him, yet his reaction was not what I wanted, disinterest.

"Alright, I'll see you when I see you."

Once again, wow. I excuse myself and leave, my heart crushing with each step.

I think our relationship is at its breaking point.