“Slightly Ajar”


His room was perfectly arranged – shoes aligned in his closet; shirts and pants organized by color; bed made with hospital corners; and magazines at right corners. One day he screamed at me for leaving a magazine slightly ajar on his desk. He told me it showed that I didn’t respect him. I tried to break up with him then, but he begged me to stay. Two weeks later after my grandma died and he refused to comfort me. He broke up with me claiming that “I should’ve seen it coming.”


Aftermath: It’s been 10 years and, thankfully, I’ve never had to see him.


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