Jack and I had been together for two years, and things were mostly great. We had routines — coffee Sundays, movie Fridays, donut-hunting Saturdays. He was funny, spontaneous, and sweet.

Then, out of nowhere, he grew distant. When I asked, he just said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Soon after, over dinner, he told me he needed a break — not a breakup, just “space to clear his head.” He left for Washington. I was confused, but I didn’t chase him.

He never replied to my texts. Eventually, I realized he’d ghosted me.

Heartbroken, I started volunteering at a shelter — something to focus on. That’s where I met an old, gentle dog. A few days later, I took him home. Jack had been allergic, but since we weren’t a “we” anymore, it didn’t matter.

Weeks later, Jack texted out of the blue: “I’m back. Let’s talk.” I was stunned. He showed up the next day with flowers and plans to move in. Then he saw the dog.

He freaked out, accused me of betrayal. Turns out, his “break” was a test — to see if I’d stay loyal and not get a dog. He even said he was planning to propose.

I told him to leave.

He later ranted online, turning it into a drama. His mom even called to apologize for him and said he clearly wasn’t ready for a real relationship.

I’m okay now — happier, lighter. I didn’t fail a test. I walked away from manipulation. I have a sweet dog, great friends, and a heart still open to real love — no pauses, no games. Just honesty or nothing at all.