Jack and I were together two years, enjoying Sunday coffee runs, Friday movie nights, and spontaneous Saturday adventures trying donuts or quirky attractions. He was warm and thoughtful—one week teasing he’d beat me at Mario Kart blindfolded, the next he shut down. After a stressful month, he said he needed a “pause” and left for a few weeks with his parents.
I was shocked. He ghosted me—no replies to texts or calls. Heartbroken, I didn’t chase him. My friend encouraged me to find something new, so I began volunteering at a shelter. There, I met a frail senior dog who curled up next to me—and three days later, I adopted him.
Three weeks later, Jack texted, saying he was back and clear‑headed. He came over with flowers, talked about moving in—until he saw my dog. He flipped out: I “betrayed” him by getting a dog while he was away. He said the pause was a test of loyalty before proposing. I told him to leave.
The next day he ranted on social media. But his mom apologized, telling me he’s not ready for marriage. I’m fine. The dog, loyal friends, and honest love filled the space he left. When I date again, there’ll be no “pause”—only real connection.