When I was 18, I moved a few states away from home to be with my boyfriend. Four years later, my dad was sick in the hospital. I flew home to be with him, and he passed away days later.
I returned home to my boyfriend, and we started arguing about something stupid. He looked at me and said, "I was going to break up with you before your dad died, but then I didn't know what to do with you, so I just stayed."
I felt my heart break a second time, and have never felt such pain from someone I loved saying something so awful.
We broke up soon after, and I have never been happier.
But those words still echo in my mind when I think about my dad.