Seeing my ex, Betty, at a friend’s party was uncomfortable, but waking up to a trashed house was a nightmare. The chaos of the night before revealed something even more shocking.
At the party, Betty’s reaction was explosive when she saw me. “What is he doing here?” she shouted, grabbing a wine bottle. Despite Josh’s attempts to mediate, the evening turned into a mess of shouting and avoidance.
Months ago, our romance had been a fairytale. But living together exposed our differences, leading to frequent fights. The final straw was when Betty publicly criticized me, leading to our breakup.
The next morning, Betty and I discovered Josh’s kitchen in ruins. Josh called, revealing we’d had a drunken fight that wrecked his place. As we cleaned, we argued but slowly began to reconnect.
When our friends arrived, Josh revealed his trick: he wanted us to talk. Amidst the mess, Betty and I reconciled, realizing we still cared deeply for each other.
