I woke up this morning and immediately seized my phone.
I scrolled through to find my app store and searched for Tinder. It had been a long time since I had any dating app on my phone, like at all.
Before Douglas, I had been on it for six months, maybe longer. I didn’t really find anyone but now I was desperate to do anything else but think about my relationship.
Scrolling through pictures of men and fantasising about an alternate future with someone else sounded pretty good. It would surely help the impending breakup I assumed was coming on Friday.
A man doesn’t ask you for a sit-down chat and not break up with you. Not after being an absentee boyfriend for the last two weeks, too.
As I went to hit install on the app, I hesitated. I felt my finger hovering over the button, moving back and forth.
Ugh, I hated this feeling. How could this one decision be so hard?
When James arrived for work, I immediately shoved my phone into his hand. He looked at it with surprise.
“Help me,” I began, “Please help me install Tinder. I want to but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.”
James looked at me. He didn’t have to say anything. His expression said it all.
If you can’t press the button yourself, you don’t really want it.
“Babe, why do you want this nasty app? You know you never found any good guys on it before. Why now?” James handed the phone back to me.
“Oh come on, you know Douglas is going to break up with me on Friday. It doesn’t an expert to figure that out.” I clutched my phone tight as I spoke. “Is it wrong of me to get one foot ahead?”
I felt out of breath asking that question. I felt exhausted down to my bones dealing with this situation. I was over it before it even happened.
“Sit down,” James demanded I follow him to the couch, something we never did during the work day.
“I have something to tell you.”
Just when I thought the request for a sit down on Friday was the worst thing someone could say to me, this would top it.
“Don’t sugarcoat it, James,” I said, taking my seat. “Lay it on me.”
He clenched his hands tight and then released them onto his lap.
“Ok.” He paused.
“Ok, ok. I don’t need to guess that Douglas is going to break up with you. I know he is.”
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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