“Come on Levi! Stop stalling. We don’t have all day.” Eric rushed as his patience dwindled away.
“Well, this isn’t easy for me to say Eric. You’re not going to like it. I think I’m going to have to......break up...... you.”
I watched as his eyes transitioned through being surprised to angry finally, settling at confused. “What?! Why do you have to break up with me?!”
“Because I’m getting back together with my ex,” I informed him.
“I thought you said you hated both your exes and wanted nothing to do with either of them? Eric questioned. “Now you’re telling me you’re going to leave me to get back together with one of those sons of bitches? So which one is it?! Orlando, or is it Vincent?!”
I refused to look my boyfriend in his eyes as I spoke the next few words. “I’m sorry, did I say ex? I sort of meant exes.”
“Oh,” he said, trying his best to appear understanding. I could see he was not taking this well. Turning off the tap for the shower, he could now clearly see my face as there was no water or steam from the heat getting in between us. “What the hell are you saying? You’re breaking up with me so you can get back together with both Orlando and Vincent?!”
The cat was out of the bag.
“Yes,” I replied attempting to sound unremorseful. “I am.”
Never could I at any point in my life predict I would be telling the man I’m in love with and in a relationship with that I have to break up with him to get back together with not one, but two of my exes, whom I absolutely hate. So why am I doing what I’m doing? Perhaps I’m jumping the gun but trust me it’ll all make sense when you hear the story. Let me first introduce myself. My name is Levi Lauder. I was born and raised in Chicago and I’m simply bisexual. I’m twenty-three years old at the moment but when I was just a teen I had my first boyfriend.
His name was Orlando O’Ryan