Loving Me For Twelve Years Is Your Biggest Lie

My boyfriend, Landon Wellington, and I had been together for twelve years, five of which were long-distance relationship.

Landon was offered a job outside after graduation, and I stayed home to help him care for his grandmother, Karen Wellington.

Karen held on to life for five years and set a wedding date for Landon and me when she was terminally ill.

The day before our wedding, Landon sent Karen a picture of him with another girl.

Landon: [Grandma, it took me twelve years to realize that the girl I truly loved wasn't Julie, and the only bride for tomorrow could be this girl.]

Karen passed away immediately after being pissed off at him, and I handled Karen's funeral alone and in a hurry.

I kept calling Landon during the funeral, only to be blacklisted by him.

"Julie, if you curse my grandma again, I'll kill you!"

The next day, Landon took the girl back home.

I received an offer of admission to the headquarters abroad.

It was early in the morning when I finished dealing with Karen's funeral, and I went home in exhaustion.

I rested for three hours with my eyes closed, my mind filled with memories of the twelve years Landon and I had been together.

I wasn't surprised by Landon's message today.

We fell in love in high school and separated after college. That was when the cogs of fate began to turn.

Landon repeatedly promised me before he went out of town at first that he would call me on video every day even if he was busy.

We didn't think distance would be a factor in our relationship.

However, Landon then made fewer and fewer video calls with me. He became familiar with the work and started to get increasingly busy.

I would transfer half of my salary to Landon every month when I got paid to support him in the big city.

I knew exactly what I was spending every cent on Landon.

At first, I gave him tens of dollars for meals. Later, I would give him hundreds of dollars a day with extra expenses for beer and desserts.

I asked Landon why I should pay for it, and I cried about it.

But Landon looked impatient on the other side of the phone video.

"You told me you wanted to support my career. Don't I have to keep up my colleague relationships at work?

"People who live in big cities like to socialize by drinking beer or coffee. I can't buy someone a glass of water, right?"

Landon's expenditure statement showed a limited Valentine's set.

When I asked him, he grumpily explained that he would save more money by doing it.

"That's what you decided to do. Did I force you? I'm already tired of work, and I'm not a rich kid. I have no parents to help me, and I'm working here alone. Do you think it's easy?

"If you don't think I'm capable, we can break up anytime. I'll hire someone to take care of my grandma, and I won't drag you down, so you don't have to care about me!"

To be honest, I couldn't leave him at that moment, and even more so, I couldn't let go of our relationship.

So I chose to put up with it, as if Landon still loved me as long as Karen liked me and identified me as Landon's only wife.

Now that Karen, who had cared about me, had passed away, there was nothing left for me.

There was a long way to go for life, and the first item of baggage Landon threw away was me.

I accompanied Landon on his journey, and I became the path he travelled.

After calling Landon about Karen's death, I sobbed uncontrollably.

Instead, he angrily yelled at me for cursing Karen and blacklisted my phone number.

The image of how we used to love each other kept appearing before my eyes while tears wet my pillow when I opened my eyes.

In order to distract my attention, I got up and started packing for my trip abroad.

I had this opportunity five years ago, but I turned that opportunity down to further my education abroad to take care of Karen.

I even refused a promotion like the need to travel out of town due to the complexity of the job.

Now I didn't need to worry about anything.

As I packed my luggage, I finally calmed down.

I was going to go out and take another look at the place where I had lived for twelve years, but I didn't expect to open the door and see Landon holding another girl's hand and smiling gently.

The girl was dressed in all the luxuries, and she looked like a holy angel in her white dress, all but unlike the marks on my face that had aged due to life.

Landon suddenly looked back at me, and he immediately tightened his frown and became impatient.

"Where are you going? Are you insane? Who's going to take care of my grandma after you leave?"

I clenched my hand dragging the suitcase so tightly that the veins on the back of my hand even bulged.

"So you knew that was your grandmother."

My voice sounded extremely cold, and he immediately snapped when he heard it.

"Does my grandma have nothing to do with you? My grandma took care of you for so many years, and if it wasn't her, would you have had the money to finish college? No wonder your parents didn't want you and left you at the orphanage. How can you be so shameless? You are so ungrateful. Aren't you sorry for my grandma?"

I didn't want to argue a word with him because Karen would be upset when she saw it in heaven.

"Let's break up. Though you may think in your mind that we have broken up a long time ago, we'll break up completely today."