Whenever we had a disagreement or I upset her, she would pack her bags and leave.
She'd go on trips for three to five months, spending my money, making new "travel companions," but never contacting me.
I couldn't bear to see her upset, so I always indulged her.
But now, I don't want to do this anymore.
This relationship was like a ship taking on water; it should have been abandoned long ago.
After that day, my girlfriend went on another trip.
I saw her updates on Instagram.
She and her travel companion from the last time went to the snowfields. In a video, the two of them toasted each other, like at a wedding, after being cheered on by a group of locals.
They looked really happy.
In the past, whenever I saw photos of her and her travel companions, I would feel so suffocated that I could hardly breathe.
But today, I was surprisingly calm.
I casually deleted her number and went back to work.
My dad hadn't fully recovered, so after finishing my work, I still had to go to the hospital to take care of him.
A week passed like that.
For these seven days, I was swamped with work, but my mood remained steady.
I thought, if things continued like this, it would be just fine.