The Ceo is my Ex

After a really long hectic day, all I wanted was to slump on my bed and sleep for hours. I was this close to taking off my heels and holding them in my hands as I got closer to my apartment. Yeah, I was that tired. Today had looked to be one of those worse days of my life. I had a terrible day at work and to top that up, my mom had called me earlier informing me that she lost her job at the bakery. I was not just tired, I was frustrated. My mom had a habit of being reckless and jeopardizing all the opportunities that came her way. I wouldn't be surprised if she told me the reason behind her getting fired was because she fought with a customer. It always worried me how she never took anything seriously, including the fact that she had two children to cater for. I could count myself out because I was now old enough to take care of myself but my little brother needed her. After I graduated from college, I searched for jobs everywhere but I couldn't get any. All I got was a receptionist job, so ofcourse I had to take it with all gladness of heart because I needed to take care of myself and also my little brother since my mother didn't care much. That was just about the summary of it all. I opened the door to my apartment and the first thing I saw was my boyfriend, Tristan, sprawled over the couch watching TV. The moment he layed eyes on me, a small smile appeared on his lips. "Hey love" he got up and made his way to me, placing a kiss on my lips. "Hey" I said weakly. I was too tired to even reciprocate the smile. I walked towards the couch and sat down, immediately taking off my shoes and letting out a sigh of relief. Then, I noticed how scattered the apartment was. There were food crumbs on the couch where he previously layed, socks on the floor, spilled water on the table just close to the bowl of chips. I looked over to the kitchen and saw scattered pans and dishes all over the counter. I had instant migraine at the sight of it all. After everything I had been through today and now seeing my apartment like this, my tired self wasn't having it. "is everything okay?" Tristan asked, probably noticing my sour mood. He sat next to me. I wanted to start complaining about how messy the place was but instead I swallowed it. I sucked a deep breath and then looked at him. All I could think of was, it was time. "You look so tired love, do you want me to give you a massage?" Before he even finished asking, his hands were on my shoulders, softly massaging me. His touch distracted me immediately. I closed my eyes for a second enjoying his soft hands that made me feel good and his touch that made my knees weak. No. I opened my eyes, recalling what I initially wanted to say. "We need to talk" I started. He looked at me before withdrawing his hand from my shoulders. Tristan and I had been dating for about three years. we met in college and dated for a few months before he graduated. We continued the relationship despite the fact that I had to spend my last year in school alone but at the end, I was happy that we made it work. After I graduated, we finally had the chance to be with eachother again, but then, there was a problem. Tristan had lost everything in a space of one month. He lost his parents, money, literally everything. He became an orphan and being the only child and luckily a graduate, he knew he had to cater for himself. Only that wasn't as easy as it seemed. Life was so unfair to him. He searched for jobs for two years and found nothing. At a point he kind of became depressed. I on the other hand was always there for him. I asked him to move into my apartment and I convinced him that together we would go through anything. But now, I was beginning to rethink that statement. After a while, he gave up on everything and just stayed indoors every single day. I was left to do everything on my own, pay the rent, feeding and all other bills. I loved him so much and I didn't think or worry about it before, especially because he would always tell me that things will be different someday. I believed him. But now, I wasn't sure anymore. "About what my love?" He asked, looking worried. "I don't think I can do this anymore" deep down, I knew this was going to be tough for me but I also knew I had to do it. "What are you talking about?" His eyes searched my face frantically. "My mom lost her job today and now she will start depending on me again" I said. I wanted to take it slowly. "I'm so sorry my love, we will figure something out. Things will be different soon" he said and something in me snapped. "That's the problem" I stood up, "you always say things will be different but how?" He was surprised by my outburst. Honestly so was I. I didn't expect it to go this way but I was tired. I was tired of just words. "How will things be different when all you do is stay in all day and watch TV. You don't even search for jobs anymore, you literally gave up on it" he just stared at me with his mouth open. Regretting my harsh tone, I sat back next to him and talked calmly. "Its not easy for me anymore and you know that. I know that being an adult and living alone comes with a lot of expenses which I have to manage all by myself if I was all alone. But now I'm not, I have you. All I need is just support. My salary isn't good enough and on top of that, I have to cover all the bills myself and end up having nothing left for me" he looked down at his legs, not saying a word. "Please you have to get back up and find something, anything" I tried to convince him, hoping he would understand where I was coming from. "You know" he said, raising his head and looking at me. "If you looking for a rich boyfriend, just say it so you can leave and go find one for yourself" My lips parted in disbelief. Was he serious? After everything I complained, that was the only thing he could say? Really? "You can just as well say that I'm poor and you don't want me in your apartment anymore" he continued. What? "That's not what I said and its definitely not what I meant" I said in all honesty. "It is clearly what you implied" he countered "Tristan" I was so shocked with his assumption "I knew one day you would be tired of me" he stood up, "it was just a matter of time. Girls, nowadays just want nothing but to be spoilt and only want the luxury. Well I'm sorry I can't give you that. You can go find someone who can give you that" "You know what?" I stood up as well, "fine! I'll go do just that" I said. "I have been keeping all of this in but I'm going to say them all right now. I can not be with someone who has little or no plans for the future. I can not be with someone who can't take care of me. I can't be with someone as unserious as you. Life hit you hard, so what? Does that mean you will fall and not rise again. What if you didn't have me, what would have happened to you?" "I'm done with this. I don't only want a man that can support me, I want a man that can take Care of me and pay all my bills. My family is already poor, I don't want to be with someone who is poor as well because the way I look at you now, you don't have any future" "I'm done with this relationship" his eyes widened for a second but the next second, his face was void of emotion. "I'm not asking you to leave because I know you don't have anywhere to go but its over between us" We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before he walked past me angrily and I heard the loud bang of the door as he left. Instantly, I regretted everything I said. He didn't come back home until midnight. I couldn't bring myself to talk to him and so did he. The next morning, I left for work still not saying a word to him, hoping i would apologize when i returned but that was my biggest mistake because when I returned back home, he was gone. Him and all his belongings.