After Breaking Up with My Germaphobe Boyfriend, He Regretted It
I had an extremely clean–freak boyfriend. His room was always spotless, without a speck of dust. What pained me the most was that he treated me the same way. Fine, fine, fine, if I can’t handle it, I’ll just leave. Goodbye, Your Highness.
Today, after being scolded by my boss, I dragged my tired body back to the home I shared with James, working overtime until very late.
As soon as I opened the door, James, sitting at his desk, said without changing his expression, “Change your slippers and take a shower.”
I took a deep breath. Having just been criticized by my boss, I don’t know if I was upset or what, but tears of frustration fell. Not only did I not change my slippers, but I also carelessly threw my bag down and lay directly on the couch.
“James, let’s break up.“”
James didn’t even look up, directly ignoring my words, “Looks like the couch cover will have to be thrown away tomorrow, and the floor will need to be mopped.”
I gritted my teeth and repeated clearly, word by word, “James, let’s break up!”
This was the sixth time I had proposed breaking up in half a year. I admit I liked James and was reluctant to leave him, but I really couldn’t take it anymore.
It wasn’t just because he was a germaphobe, but because he treated me like I was dirty
too.
In the year we’d been together, hand–holding could barely be counted, only once. Kissing, hugging, all these things couples should do had never happened, just because James was an extremely clean person who would wash his hands three times after shaking hands with
a friend.
What’s more annoying was that in the two months we’d lived together, we slept in
separate rooms. I couldn’t enter his room, and the first thing to do when coming home was to change slippers and take a shower. Even going to the toilet required thoroughly cleaning it with toilet cleaner first, and repeating the process afterward.
Once, I was lazy and only rinsed with water. As a result, James directly replaced the toilet
the next day.
What a miserable life, what a miserable me!
I knew clearly that James didn’t love me. I wasn’t that special person, and I would never be that special person in the future.
James finally looked up at me, his almond eyes glancing at me slightly. I couldn’t see the emotion in his eyes, only feeling extraordinarily calm. He said, “Have you thought it through?”
My heart suddenly caught. The last time I broke up, James asked the same question.
At that time, I ended up softening without any backbone. How could you let go of someone you like so easily?
