Rob says he wants to talk with me and, out of the blue, he says he wants to break up.  I am confused and, naturally, a little angry.  I start gathering my things. There are other people around and, at one point, I try to get him to explain things to me.  “Why?  What happened?  I don’t understand?”  He’s cold and aloof, distant and dismissive.  He walks back to his friends, none of whom I recognize and all of whom are standing around watching us and then me as he walks away.

I continue to pack up my things when I approach one of his friends who looks like Noah Wiley.  I ask him to give me a ride into the city.  He agrees, explaining he’ll have to come back out to get a desk and I tell him that if he can pick me up, I need to get some things.  I offer to pay for his gas and he says it’s a deal.

Knowing, I’ll be coming back for the rest of my things, I start venting to Rob’s friend about how confused I am.  “I don’t understand.  Just yesterday he was saying he loves me and how great everything is.  How happy we are and shit.  Look,” I say as I show him a card Rob gave to me.  “For no reason, out of the blue, he gives me this card.”  Rob’s friend opens it and, underneath the signature from the night before Rob’s added

Happy Grandmother’s Day

Love Bibi

“He added that.  He must have added that.  It wasn’t there when he gave me the card.  Besides, Grandparent's day isn't in June.”  Rob’s friend doesn’t seem convinced and he gives me back the card, clearly uncomfortable that I’m upset and angry.  I decide to just shut up and get the last of my things and get out of there.  Although one of my friends defends my right to be angry, I can tell that everyone pretty much thinks I should just get over it and move on, even though this just happened.  I announce I’m ready to go but I tell Rob’s friend that I reserve the right to be upset while we’re in the car because I am still processing something that Rob clearly already had in the works.  Before I leave I make one more attempt to talk to Rob even though he’s trying not to engage with me at all.  I accuse him of having another woman and he neither admits nor denies this which pretty much leaves me convinced that this is indeed the case.  Not that it matters.  Nothing has changed. I take my things and leave.