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1Part One: The Breakup
It had been a month since Meryn had broken off her relationship with Rick. They had been going together for over a year, and she had begun to think that maybe this was the real thing. Then she had found out that he had had weekend flings with not one, but two different women at different times, weekends that she had spent home alone, accepting his excuse that he had to be away on business. When she had confronted him when she had discovered the truth, he hadn’t seemed overly apologetic at all. After all, he had said, they weren’t married, or even engaged, and he felt it perfectly okay to see other people, to make sure, he had said, that they were indeed right for each other.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and so she said that under the circumstances, she felt it was perfectly okay for her never to want to see him again. And she hadn’t since that night, nor talked to him or responded to the two calls he had left on her answering machine. The fact that he had only tried to call her twice only further confirmed to her that she had made the right decision, but that depressed her even more. She had really liked Rick, maybe even loved him, if she really knew what love was. She had certainly hoped it was going in that direction. None of her other relationships with men had ever gone as far. They usually broke it off with her. This was the first time she had done the breaking up, and in a sense that made her feel a little better.
In reality she knew however that this was a cop-out. She really hadn’t wanted to break up, but he had left her no choice. What was it about her that made men treat her like dirt? She knew, without being too vain, that most people felt she was very good looking, with a nice body, was intelligent, and as her friends always said, she was fun to be with. She never had any trouble getting boyfriends. She just had trouble keeping them. She was too giving, some of her girlfriends had said, always trying extra hard to make her boyfriends happy, and they always seemed to take advantage of her, and it would fall apart. Maybe her friends were right, but she couldn’t help who she was. Why couldn’t she meet someone who wanted to give a little back to her, meet her halfway. God, she was depressed..
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