I never believed in “pausing” a relationship — it’s either on or off.

But when Jack said he needed space to “work on himself,”

I didn’t argue. Weeks passed with no replies to my texts or calls, and I realized he’d ghosted me.

Heartbroken, I tried to move on.

Volunteering at a shelter helped, and that’s where I met a senior dog with the gentlest eyes.

I hadn’t planned on adopting, but three days later,

he came home with me. Jack had always been allergic, so getting a dog was never an option before.

But since he’d disappeared, I didn’t think it mattered anymore.

Six weeks later, Jack reappeared at my door, flowers in hand, talking like nothing had happened.

He said the break was a “test” to see if I’d stay loyal, and when he saw the dog, he exploded.

“Traitor!” he yelled, accusing me of failing.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I told him to leave, and he stormed out, later ranting on social media about his “girlfriend who chose a dog over him.”

Even his mother called to apologize for his behavior.

In the end, I didn’t fail any test —

I just proved I wouldn’t settle for gaslighting and games

. Now I have peace, my sweet dog, and the resolve to only choose love that’s real.