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Sick and Betrayed- I Leave, He Regrets
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On my birthday, Jerry made an excuse about urgent company business and left me alone in the hospital with a high fever.
But that evening, his first love posted a photo of the two of them with a giant cake.
The caption read: “Someone who truly loves you will always come to celebrate your birthday, no matter how important their other commitments are.”
No one liked the post because everyone knew she posted it specifically for me, Jerry’s official girlfriend, to see.
I didn’t cry or make a fuss, I simply commented: “Why don’t you two just get married then!”
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When Jerry left me alone in the hospital, I had a fever of 103°F, I didn’t complain or make a scene, I just waited in the hospital for him to finish work so we could celebrate my birthday together.
I waited all night, but all I got was Ivy’s Instagram post.
Jerry was standing next to Ivy, with a three–tiered cake between them.
[Someone who truly loves you will always make time to celebrate your birthday with you, no matter how important their other commitments are.]
I immediately called him and we had an argument.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ivy wasn’t feeling well and needed me to keep her company because she was emotionally unstable.”
“I just see her as a little sister, can you stop being so dirty–minded?”
He hung up on me and didn’t contact me for several days, he told me the company had an urgent matter that needed his attention, and he’d come celebrate my birthday with me once he finished dealing with it.
I had a high fever for several days that wouldn’t break, but my mind was unusually clear, I started to reflect on our relationship and whether it was really worth continuing.
This wasn’t the first time we’d argued because of Ivy. Every time, Jerry would use the same excuse to shut me down: “I just see her as a sister. Don’t overthink it.”
Every time, I would be the one to give in first, but these past few days, I found I didn’t miss him at all, I wasn’t anxious or irritable. I slept unusually well.
Perhaps because I wasn’t making any conciliatory gestures, Jerry called me first for once.
“I’ll come pick you up from the hospital this afternoon.”
“No need to trouble yourself, I can take a cab home.”
This was the first time Jerry had taken the initiative to make peace, but I didn’t take the bait, I wasn’t looking at my phone, just lying in the hospital bed catching up on sleep.
