I broke up with him twice before it stuck.
The first time, I did it five days before my birthday. There’s never a good time, and I knew it wasn’t right, and I knew I should leave, so I did.
“Happy bday,” he texted me five days later. “Wanna go for a ride? I got a helmet for you.”
So on my birthday, I went for my first motorcycle ride with my non-boyfriend-boyfriend.