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I Want to Tell You About How Me and My New Boyfriend Broke Up

Ashley Pfeiffers

Ashley Pfeiffers


Yesterday, my new boyfriend and I were standing under the overpass. He was spray-painting the word “BAD” in big bubble letters on one of the pillars.

I thought he was going to kiss me at first. He came over and put his hands on my shoulders. And then he was like, “Ash, this is it. I can’t do this anymore.”


I asked why and he said that I wasn’t really into spray-paint culture and skateboarding. “But, I am, you’ve made me love it,” I said. I was crying. I couldn’t even see through the tears and I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was like there was a field of beautiful butterflies and then they all suddenly died.

“Ash, I need to focus on my career, you know?” my ex-boyfriend said. “The next guy that gets you, Ash. He’s going to be such a lucky guy.”

He touched my cheek and I looked into his eyes. Then, he gathered up his spray paints and skated off.

It started to rain.

Mom picked me up in front of the Decorative Ham factory. She didn’t say anything for a long time. Then she said, “I can only imagine how hurt you must feel…”

And I said, “NO, MOM, YOU CAN’T!” and I started crying against the window. She didn’t say anything for a long time after that and then she said, “take out your nose ring, honey, we’re going into the crafts store to pick up some glitter for your sister’s school project.”


I told Mom I would wait in the car. She touched my hair for a minute, then she took off towards the Craft Barn. I took out my pink notebook and started writing. That helped a little bit but then it just seemed like I was writing forever, that I didn’t even know what to write anymore and then Mom came back and gave me a pack of googly eyes.

“You used to laugh so much at these,” she said.

“When I was five years old,” I snapped back.

We started home. When we passed the Pizza A’Round, I started crying again. “That was our place,” I said.

“Really!!??” Mom responded. “I always thought that place was…” She stopped herself.

I went straight up to my room when I got home. I just cried and cried and cried into my pink stuffed penguin.


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