My boyfriend’s idea of a “relationship test” was disappearing for six weeks to see if I’d stay loyal. Joke’s on him—I adopted a dog instead.
Jack and I had a great relationship—or so I believed. Then, suddenly, he became withdrawn. When he finally admitted he needed a “break,” I tried to be supportive. “Just a few weeks to figure things out,” he said. “We’re not breaking up. Just pausing.”
Then he ghosted me.
For over a month, I heard nothing. No replies, no explanations. I grieved, then moved on. I even adopted a sweet senior dog—something I’d always wanted but couldn’t do before because of Jack’s allergies.
Then, out of nowhere, he texted: “I’m ready to unpause.”
When he showed up at my door, he looked smug—until he saw the dog.
“You got a dog?!” he shouted. “I knew you’d do this!”
“Do what?”
“Fail the test! I left to see if you’d wait for me, and you immediately replaced me!”
I was speechless. His “break” had been a twisted experiment. He’d planned to propose, but now, because of the dog, I’d “failed.”
I told him to leave. He later posted rants online, calling me disloyal. The irony? His own mother called me to say he was the problem.
Now, I’ve got a loyal dog, peace of mind, and zero tolerance for mind games. Some tests are better failed.
