Jack and I had been together for two years—sunday coffee runs, Friday movie nights, spontaneous Saturday donut trips. He was warm, funny, spontaneous, and I loved how thoughtful he could be. Then, out of nowhere, he became emotionally distant. He said he needed “a break” to clear his head and planned to stay with his parents for a few weeks. I agreed reluctantly. Then silence—no messages, no calls. After a week, I realized he’d ghosted me.
To cope, I started volunteering at a local animal shelter. I met a senior dog so gentle and sweet that I adopted him after just three days. His presence brought me comfort and routine.
Three weeks in, Jack texted: “I’m back. Let’s talk.” He came over, full of plans—moving in, getting serious. Then he saw my dog. He freaked out: allergic, betrayed, and furious. He accused me of “replacing” him and said this was a loyalty test. He claimed the break and silence were a way to test me—because he “planned to propose.”
I told him to leave. He went online, ranting about loyalty and dogs.
His mom later called to apologize, calling his actions “ridiculous” and saying I didn’t deserve it. I thanked her. I’m fine now—much happier with my sweet rescue dog.