Call The Whambulence My Bf Is A Cheater [WORKING]

The next morning, she didn’t call Jake. She didn’t send a 10-paragraph text. She sent one message: “We’re done. I deserve honesty. Please don’t reply.” Then she blocked him.

They spent the night not just trashing Jake—though there was some of that—but reminding Lena of who she was before him. She’d stopped painting. Stopped calling her mom as much. Stopped laughing at her own dumb jokes because he’d called them “cringey.” call the whambulence my bf is a cheater

Lena laughed despite herself. Then she cried. Then she laughed again. It was ugly and honest, and somehow, the stupid joke had cracked open a little light. The next morning, she didn’t call Jake