It was just a regular night. My boyfriend of three months and I were out to dinner. He loved cooking and was a food snob, so it was a treat to get him to eat at an actual restaurant.
My mother rarely cooked while I was growing up, so we’d eaten at a lot of restaurants. As an adult, I still love every part of going to restaurants: the people-watching, having food brought to me, the opportunity not to be distracted by laundry or the TV, and spend that time talking to whomever I am with.
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My boyfriend ordered a steak salad, and I got soup and a sandwich.
“Why do you lie so much? And about things that don’t even matter?” I asked. This was a topic of conversation we’d had before. He lied constantly. I hated it and never understood it. I could ask him if he’d taken out the trash already, he’d tell me “yes,” and then I’d hear him rolling the can to the curb 15 minutes later.
“It’s just a habit,” he told me.
“Why?”
He then told me an involved story about an instance where he’d told the truth when he was a young man and it turned around to bite him in the ass.
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What a weird (and mean) way to break up with someone. I get that she didn’t want to be with him anymore but couldn’t she have just waited a bit longer so it didn’t look like it was because of his sickness? How would she have felt if he’d broken up with her the way she did to him.
This is the lady who broke up with her boyfriend because she was too young and good looking for him. I'm assuming it's the same guy. I'm not sure empathy is given much consideration.
I don't think that is really irony. A pun, perhaps, but not irony.