I Got Dumped at a Festival

Sharing a tent was not really an option after that

Photo by Joey Thompson on Unsplash

I’ve never liked camping. I don’t get a good night’s sleep in a tent, and after being humiliated in the middle of a festival camping site, I am not eager to go camping anytime soon.

In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. In the weeks leading up to our trip, our relationship had become increasingly unstable. He’d go out and not come home until the early hours, and he’d be drunk. Since I was the one who had to get up and go to work, I didn’t have the energy to fuss about it. Long story short, we didn’t have much to say to each other.

I wanted to go to the festival because all of our friends were going. And, frankly, I had a great time when I was not around him. I loved the dancing, great music and didn’t even mind buying overpriced drinks. I had a fantastic time at the show with my girls. We were dancing, laughing, and joking around.

In the corner of my eye, there he was. He was standing there with a beer in his hands. He looked weird, as if he wasn’t present. My friend urged me to go and look after him. While I had the time of my life, he didn’t. Little did I know that five hours later, he’d dump me on a drunken whim.

We were no longer dancing to the same beat