I have never felt more betrayed in my life.

My phone vibrates. I look down at the text message sullenly.

“Im so srry about tht.”

It takes all I have not to laugh out loud. Is he sorry? No, probably not. I debate whether to even answer it or not. My stubbornness wins out and I reply.

“R U rlly?”

He doesn’t catch the sarcasm (the perils of texting), and texts back:

“yea, 4 real.”

“no ur not. dont txt me again.”

But of course, he does text me again.

“Plz, dont b mad @ me!!!”

I roll my eyes.

“watever. im over u.”

“Bby im srry! :-(”

Another eye roll at his use of a frowny face.

“Leave me alone!!!!”

With that, I turn off my phone and get some long needed sleep.

When I wake up in the morning, there’s 16 new messages, all from him.

I delete them without even reading them.