Don’t be a coward about it. Don’t send him a text message when you’re already out the door and safely down the street, when you don’t have to see him if he cries or begs you to stay. Sit him down, just the two of you — in your car if you have to, fogged up from inside by your nervous breathing — and tell him. Tell him you have to go.
It’s not him. Not really, anyway. You have always sensed that this would be a time in your life when you shouldn’t be tied down, shouldn’t have anyone else to please or whose expectations you should meet. When you were a little girl, you used to say that you would be married by this age, but when you actually came near it you realized just how young it was. You couldn’t be married at this age.
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