Seven Years Wasted

My boyfriend of seven years, Ethan Brooks, suddenly became obsessed with theater. He spent all his time at the playhouse, practically living there.

On our anniversary, I drove to pick him up, carrying a cake I had spent the entire day baking at a dessert studio.

But outside the theater, Ethan was holding hands with Madison Vance, his high school crush who worked as a stage actress there.

He looked at me and ordered me to take off my coat and lay it over the puddle in front of the passenger door.

"Babe, your beautiful feet will get ruined if they get wet," Ethan said to her.