How I Ruined My Boyfriend

Summary

I was folding his laundry when he spoke, his voice casual.

"You know, sometimes, you're just... cheap."

My hands froze mid-fold. Before I could form a reply, he plowed on.

"Don't get me wrong, you love me, I know you do. You're responsible, you take good care of me, of the house. But you just can't compare to Helen."

He sighed, a sound of profound disappointment. "Anyone could do what you do. It's nothing special. It's not like what I have with Helen."

My mind flashed back a month ago, to when his ex-girlfriend had invited him to a concert.

I’d told her he wasn’t going.