My boyfriend and I broke up yesterday.

He ghosted me for a week, and I was sick with worry about what could have happened to him.

Then I got a text from him that did not just make me livid. It made me furious. He said he could not continue the relationship because I was too much of a goody-two-shoes for him.

At first, I was speechless. But when I finally found the words, I grabbed my phone and typed:

“Ken..

The fact that you made me worry myself sick, and then accused me of being too good?

I’m …

I am--

I’m…

I’m shocked.

I’m concerned.

I’m worried.

I’m flabbergasted.

I’m dumbfounded.

More than that,
I am insulted.

Because,

the fact that you chose to communicate this through a text while you are all the way in Paris for work…
I’m irritated.

No, irritated is too soft.
I’m angry.

Angry that you let me sit in fear.

Angry that while I was spiralling..

what if…

hospitals, accidents, something terrible,

you were somewhere deciding that my crime was being too much of a goody-two-shoes for you.

Too good?
Too decent?
Too pure?

What an interesting indictment.

Because what kind of man vanishes,
lets a woman worry herself sick,
then resurfaces only to say,

So yes, Ken,
I am shocked.
But more than shocked,
I am enlightened.