After nine years together, my boyfriend snapped, “You’re not my wife—so stop expecting me to act like your husband.” The very next day, he stood frozen in the doorway, unable to believe what he saw.

me after you went to sleep.”

“You knew about this?”

Scott’s mouth tightened. “So you planned this behind my back?”

I stepped closer to the table. “No, Scott. I planned a dinner for you. You changed what it became.”

“You always said you believed in me.”

“I did.”

“So what changed?”

I looked at the guitar case by his feet.

“I planned a dinner for you.”

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