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Getting Back on the Horse
When it’s time to saddle up and move on — a short story
It’s not you, Jules… it’s me. I mean, I love you — I’m just not IN love with you anymore. I’m sorry. It isn’t fair to either of us to keep this thing going. You deserve better. You deserve someone who will genuinely appreciate you.
I play the voicemail again, and just like all the other times, I count four “are you fucking kidding me?” platitudes.
1. It’s not you; it’s me. (Damn right, it’s you.)
2. I love you; I’m just not IN love with you. (What does that even mean, anyway?)
3. It isn’t fair to either of us. (Stop pretending you care about my feelings, douchebag.)
4. You deserve better. (Really? I mean… REALLY????)
“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” Bex says, returning from the bathroom and collapsing on the other end of the couch.
I fling my phone into the cushions beside me. “NO! I mean, doing what?”
“You’re listening to Dandroid’s voicemail again, right?”
I don’t answer.
“Seriously, Julia. You HAVE to stop doing that.”
I still don’t answer.