The Best Question My Ex Could Have Asked Me
My hands shook as I picked at the food in front of me, grateful that the waitstaff wasn’t being attentive to us for once. My boyfriend, Brad, sat across from me with a grimace on his face. He’d spent the entire week telling me how ugly I was and how he could do so much better. He picked on me about everything, from my clothes to my hair. His favorite targets were my weight and makeup. He even went so far as to tell me he didn’t love me, and our entire relationship had been based on his loneliness and depression. I had known that he was mean-spirited, in fact, he regularly called his manager ‘ghetto bitch’, but I never thought he’d turn his hatred to me.
