He kicked the door and yelled at me outside, calling me petty and unforgiving.

I was too weak to do anything, so I could only lean against the door and wait for him to leave.

Without realizing it, I was already in tears.

Part 3

I thought I had handled the breakup as gracefully as possible.

But Shawn's blunt and unfiltered words made him seem like a stranger to me.

Throughout our five-year relationship, I always tried to be considerate of his feelings.

I'd seen how ugly my parents could be when they fight, so whenever Shawn and I argued, I chose to swallow my pride and avoid saying anything mean to hurt him.

Shawn's tender, fragile nature often left me feeling heartbroken.

Our five years together were quite a joke

I met Shawn in college.

After we got together, he often complained about being unable to find a stable job for some reason.

His family looked down on him and didn't support him, so he would complain about being broke.

Every time I heard this, I felt a sense of shared struggle.

As a girl with a younger brother, I understood the feeling of being powerless.

I did as many part-time jobs as I could during my free time.

After saving enough for my monthly expenses, I'd scrape a few thousand to send him.

Back then, I just felt sorry for him and his helpless life.

I did my best to support him, absorbing all his negative emotions.

I believed that one day, through our combined efforts, we’d have our own home and wouldn’t have to keep moving around.

After graduation, I gave up a chance to study abroad offered by my mentor, so that Shawn could focus on his creative work.

Desperate to earn money to support our family, I maintained my work and took on extra writing gigs at night to make ends meet.

All for the illusion of a “home” that never even existed.

Looking back now, I realize I spoiled Shawn to the point of indulgence. He only cared about his happiness and disregarded everything else.

I've ended up like this. I guess it's karma for not seeing through him.

Seeing how little money I had left, I knew I had to get my life back together.

After thinking it over, I went to the hospital and asked the doctor to schedule an abortion.

I was born into misfortune. I couldn’t let my child have such a terrible father.

This child and I were simply not meant to be.

Just as I was about to go into surgery, Shawn called me.

As soon as I picked up, deafening music blasted and Shawn shouted on the other end.