Coming home to that empty apartment was more than I could face in the beginning. I remember the crazy afternoon when I found her message written on pink notepaper stuck to the fridge. I guess it wasn’t as bad as being dumped in a text message like my friend Ray, but the fact that I didn’t see it coming was a complete shock.

“Dear Jack,” Tina’s message read, “I’m sorry to leave you this way, but I’m sure you must know that things just aren’t working out.”

NO, I did NOT know that things weren’t working out!

Her message continued, “Please forgive me for not having the courage to say goodbye to your face. If I had to look you in the eyes and say it, I don’t think I could leave.”

And that’s supposed to make me feel better about the fact that I’ve just been dumped?

The rest of the message was the typical stuff about how was her and not me, yeah right.

I had a lot of trouble trying to get over her because, unlike your typical ex-girlfriend, Tina continued to hang out in the same clubs that we used to frequent as a couple. She was the one who walked out, so why should I have to change my whole social routine just to avoid her? I decided not to try to avoid her, and I figured that seeing her with other men might even help me in getting closure and mentally ending the relationship. You guessed it, I was wrong!

I suppose the hardest part was that Tina seemed to not only have moved on, but it appeared she had already forgotten that I ever existed. We had lived together for eight months! How could she be enjoying herself so completely mere minutes after walking out the door? I felt humiliated.

Until one evening when I was sitting at the bar, staring at Tina and hiding from her at the same time while she was in a corner booth laughing with some guy. The bartender was passing me my drink when a slender hand reached out and took it from him. I turned to see the most beautiful woman in the world sipping my drink.

I guess she had been reading the expression on my face as I was watching my ex because she called me out… “Looks like you haven’t gotten over her… Even though she’s clearly moved on.” the angel said, nodding toward Tina.

“Oh, um…” I turned to her. “I don’t even know that girl, I was just trying to watch the game on the screen behind her.”

My name is Jack Faver, I’m 28 years old and I am a construction manager.

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