u/Fashunhoarder

Two weeks ago I hyped him up on here because he seemed like such a genuinely good person. We had just celebrated our one year anniversary. I thought he was solid, an actual good man.

He took on a job offer to Europe without telling me. I know he wanted to be closer to his son, but he didn’t even give me a warning. He just sprung on me that he’s leaving early August right after I came back from an organ and bone scan to see if the cancer had metastasized. When I didn’t jump for joy he threw a tantrum that I ruined his day. After a while of back and forth he admitted that my diagnosis was too much and he’s running away to keep himself comfortable. I dumped him (via text, not my best moment) and blocked him everywhere.

I’m getting both my tits cut off at the end of May, and might or might not have to undergo chemo.
The last years before the diagnosis have been so incredibly hard, and I thought I had found one good thing in my life.

Protein shake because I can’t eat solid foods for the life of me.

I was married to a guy who hated my guts for almost a decade. My choices in men have been questionable (I’ve been in therapy for a long time, fwiw).

My boyfriend and I had our anniversary today and he planned the most fun and thoughtful day to celebrate. We started talking in earnest (meaning: exchanging numbers and consistent contact) after my upstairs neighbor burned my apartment building down. In early April I was diagnosed with breast cancer, exactly a year and a day after the fire.
I fully expected the situation to be too much for a new relationship, but he’s still here with his unwavering optimism and support and hopefulness.
I don’t know how I got so lucky.

Homemade quiche with a gluten-free crust, also made from scratch.