Summary
I was thirty, an overworked office drone, with a boyfriend ten years younger than me.
I’d thought life was finally cutting me a break. Then I came across a post.
[Help. I started dating this older guy on a bet. Now I want to break up. What do I do?]
[I even got him fired to test whether he really loved me. He still worked three jobs a day to support me.]
[I know he loves me, but he’s practically old enough to be my dad. And I’m bored now. How do I end things nicely so he won’t cling to me?]
[He looks like he’ll be hard to shake. I’m his first love, after all.]
Some people were there for the drama. Others offered advice.
After a long silence, I replied from an anonymous account.
[Just tell him.]
[Someone his age has had a life before you.]
He brushed me off.
Later, my ex-boyfriend’s childhood friend came home from abroad, hoping to get back together with me.
And the young man who’d dismissed me begged through red-rimmed eyes, utterly broken.
“Yu Zhou, I was wrong. Please don’t give up on me.”