Done Loving the Man Who Never Chose Me

A client had just thrown a cup of scalding tea in my face, and the moment I stepped out of the company reception room, I looked up straight into my boyfriend's eyes.

Swallowing the hurt, I tried to explain what had happened as calmly and objectively as I could.

Before I could finish, he cut me off.

"So? What exactly are you telling me all this for?"

"You want comfort? Sympathy?"

"At your age, you should know emotional validation is useless to you, shouldn't you?"

His tone was even, his face untroubled.

It made the hurt I'd just felt look like a joke.