I prepare a feast for my boyfriend, David Linton, on Thanksgiving, but he stands me up again.I sit in silence for a moment before pulling up the Instagram account of his first love, Selene Whitmore, like I always do."I'd like to praise someone. He abandoned his girlfriend and came to me just because I told him my light went out. I hope he maintains this valuable principle of putting his friend before his girlfriend," she writes.The photo she posts shows David standing on a stool, changing her lightbulb. She steadies his legs with both hands, her face brushing against his private parts. He doesn't dodge, and there's even a faint smile on his face. The image is an utter eyesore, but I don't have a meltdown or make a scene.I simply press the like button on the post and ask David for a breakup. David doesn't believe me at all."She's just throwing a tantrum. I'll just give her the cold shoulder for a few days. I can cheer her up easily with a beckon of my finger after that," he says.But what he doesn't know is that it's only easy for him to cheer me up because I love him.And from today on, there's no way he'll be able to cheer me up anymore.