My boyfriend of four years, James (not his real name) and I booked a vacation together for mid-March to Pensacola, Florida. Then we broke up.
Then the pandemic hit the U.S. with full-force. Then we moved in together to quarantine.This might seem like a non-traditional order of events, but we’re not exactly a traditional couple.
We’ve been in an on-again-off-again relationship for years, and it wasn’t until recently that I finally mustered up the courage to introduce him to my parents.
A week later in early February, right after this milestone, he dumped me. We had broken up several times before, and always knew in the back of our minds this isn’t final, it’s just a break.