Apparently, I’m fuckable-just not girlfriend material. For some reason, I’m the type of girl who guys will go out with, but don’t tend to stick with. We’ve witnessed the bulk of each other’s dating ups and downs. Jen and I have been friends since sharing a room in college. But it turns out that being in a relationship with the wrong person can be even lonelier than being alone.” “I blame it all on playing with Ken and Barbie’s dreamhouse when I was little. “You wanted to get married and have children so badly.” “Anyway, you’re supposed to be on my side. “And the fact that he’s yet again made no effort to prioritize our relationship and make a little time for me in his busy schedule is just further proof that I’ve made the right choice in ending this now before it gets any more complicated.

Nor is it fair on either of us to keep up the pretense.” “When you realize you’ve made such a monumental mistake, it’s hard to sit and wait to fix things. But he’s always busy with work or away on some business trip. In this Operation Abandon Ship Posthaste, I know I’m definitely slightly the bad guy. “I know.” I smack down a line of tape with extra zest, sealing the lid of the last box. I realize he’s not the most exciting guy, Betty, but-” “You know he has to drop everything once a job comes up. I’ve been messaging him for the last week and he barely replies.”

“How many times have I told him we need to talk? He’s always putting it off, saying it’s not a good time. “And leaving him this way…” Jen continues as I head back down. The bottom drawer of Thom’s desk has a neat stash of stationery. Whatever else might be said about them, insurance assessors are organized. But it only takes a bit of rummaging to find what I’m looking for. Thom’s unofficial workout room/home office. “I’m not debating that.” I climb to my feet, then head up the stairs to the second bedroom. We have no business being engaged, let alone getting married.” I sigh. “The fact of the matter is, we’re not in love. One year is about the sweet spot for this issue in relationships, apparently. Who knew you could accumulate so much junk in only twelve months? At least we weren’t together so long that I can’t remember who owns what. My best friend, Jen, does not look convinced.īoxes fill a good half of the room. If I really thought leaving him would break his heart, then I probably wouldn’t be leaving him in the first place.” Interior Book Design: Champagne Book Design Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. For information contact the copyright owner. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Lies, Copyright © 2019 by Kylie Scott All Rights Reserved.

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