On my girlfriend’s birthday, I sent her a cake and her favorite wine. Two minutes later, she posted on her WhatsApp status, thanking me for the love and always being there. She didn’t mention my name. All she wrote was, “Thank you dear, for always being there.”

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She received cakes from three different people. She received a gold necklace, two different parcels containing perfumes and lingerie. She had a wristwatch from another package. In the night before she went to bed, she posted a phone. iPhone 16 pro. And in the morning, she posted a huge hamper that was delivered to her office.

She didn’t open that package but she wrote glowingly about the sender. There was a thread that ran through all the people who sent her gifts. They were all called ‘Dear.’ No name was mentioned that day. No designation was called.

When I called, I asked a simple question, “So all these people you refer to as ‘Dear’ who are they and what are they to you?” She answered, “I have a lot of friends and secret admirers. I didn’t even post everything.”

“And they’re all called ‘Dear’?”
“Ah what kind of question is that? I can’t call friends dear when they do something nice?”

She concluded I was being jealous and insecure. Of course I was and I was proud to own up to it. But most importantly, I wanted to know the guy who sent the phone and the message she sent in response to the gift. She said, “I won’t show you the message. Do your worst.”

So I’m in my corner, with my tail between my legs and out of the relationship. That was the only thing I could do. I don’t know if that qualifies as doing my worst but days later, I had a call from a delivery guy. He delivered the gift I sent to her. The cake had melted and was in a bad shape but I collected it and put it in the fridge.

Three Months After Our Breakup, He Got Married

While my heart broke, I sliced the cake piece by piece to mend it. I hadn’t eaten a full cake all my life but I did. By the time I took the last slice, I knew I was whole again, single and free.

—Jaspa

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