For months I paid for dinners, gifts, and even his emergencies, until I accidentally overheard the cruelest taunt: “You’re just free food”; the worst part wasn’t the humiliation, but discovering that all his gestures had been an act.

That is exactly how a relationship of eighteen months ended without any screaming or a dramatic scene in the middle of the street. It finished on a quiet Thursday afternoon in the hallway of my own apartment while I held a gourmet cake and heard a laugh that I should have never been subjected to.

My name is Cassidy Miller, I am twenty-nine years old, and I work in the radiology department of a large hospital in Columbus. My career has taught me how to remain perfectly still and take a deep breath even when the people around me are completely breaking down.

Mitch always told me that my composure was the quality he admired most about my personality. He frequently referred to me as his “anchor” when we were around his friends and claimed that I was impossible to rattle as if my patience were merely a convenient virtue for him.

He spoke with that charming smile he used whenever he wanted to appear like the most perfect partner in the world. According to Mitch, I never made anything complicated and I was exceptionally easy to be with because I never made a fuss about small things.