I had Cafe Rio for dinner yesterday. (And I might have had the leftovers for breakfast this morning.) The worst break up of my life happened at the same Cafe Rio. I met my boyfriend there for lunch. I had been out of the state all summer and was so glad to have a Cafe Rio salad again. Before we went in he said he wanted to go on a walk and talk. I knew it wasn’t good. On the walk he told me that he wanted to date someone else. This wasn’t a surprise to me, I had known about her all along. He technically wasn’t my boyfriend he just acted like he was. It still crushed me. He asked if I still wanted to have lunch with him. I didn’t. Instead I drove to see my brother at work and bawled my eyes out. Sorry Kurt. Then my sister bought me a Hogi Yogi sub for dinner and forced me to eat it even though I was way too sad to eat. I thought he had ruined Cafe Rio for me for good. Thought I’d never go back. Oh how glad I am that I was wrong.
I’ve only been broken up with one other time. I was 15. He was my first kiss. In our church it’s recommended that you wait until you’re 16 to date. I didn’t follow that recommendation. My boyfriends parents weren’t too happy that I wasn’t 16. They talked him into breaking up with me. At least that’s the story I heard from one of his friends. I don’t remember being too upset about the whole thing.
I’ve only broken up with one boyfriend. Two days later we were engaged. Man am I glad that break up didn’t last.