A week had passed, and he was still grumbling about the mess in the house.
"There's a coworker's wedding tomorrow and a singles party tonight. You should come."
"I don't want to," I replied. I had always disliked these kinds of gatherings, and he knew it.
"I know you don't like them, but everyone else is bringing a plus-one. Who am I supposed to bring if you don't come?"
I almost told him to bring Rebecca but kept it to myself.
I ended up agreeing to go.
Men were so concerned with appearances, and I didn't want things to end on a bitter note.
I told myself it would be the last time.
After work, Jackson picked me up and actually seemed interested in my outfit for once.
"That dress looks great on you."
"Thanks."
He seemed to have forgotten that I used to care about fashion, too.
I had plenty of clothes, but since we'd been together, I'd mostly worn the same few outfits.
Now that I was back to living alone, I was starting to rediscover my old, confident self.
When I opened the passenger door, I noticed a woman's handbag inside.
I wasn't naive enough to think it was a gift for me.
I took a seat in the back.