My Younger Boyfriend Tells Others I'm an Older Woman Chapter 1

I never imagined I'd be able to share sensations with my boyfriend of three years.

This morning, I greeted him as usual and tilted my face up for a kiss.

He instinctively dodged, his eyes filled with barely concealed disgust.

He's just turned twenty-one, not even graduated from college yet. At this vigorous age, he's starting to reject my touch.

He got up, took his phone, and went to the bathroom right in front of me.

Moments later, muffled groans of pleasure came from inside.

My heart grew colder by the inch.

I sat numbly on the bed, listening to the sounds of washing up from the bathroom.

I watched Chase rummage through the closet for clothes, spray on some cologne, check himself in the mirror repeatedly, then hurry off to class.

Throughout it all, he didn't spare me a single glance.

I picked up Chase's tablet from the bedside and scrolled through his chat history with an online store.

Customer Service: Handsome, it's been a while since you last shopped here. We've got new items in stock.

Chase: Not buying anymore. I have zero interest in her now. I'm only 21, and she's 35, almost 36 - an old woman. I feel sick just looking at her wrinkles. Can't even get it up.

Customer Service: ...

Customer Service: That can't be right. You used to buy from us quite often. You said you loved your girlfriend.

Chase: Anyway, I feel nothing for her now. I used to think she was low-maintenance, understanding, never dramatic. She took care of everything and always apologized first when we argued. Now it all feels so dull. Being with her, I don't feel like I'm in a relationship at all.

When I find my ideal young and cute girlfriend, I'll buy from you again.

The message showed as read, but there was no reply.

I turned off the tablet, feeling dizzy. I grabbed my hair hard.

I laughed at myself.

I had discovered this chat last night. It was crystal clear, yet I still foolishly tried to test him this morning, only to humiliate myself.

He doesn't love me anymore. He's disgusted by my aging.

His ideal girlfriend must be the girl in the photos he looks at before pleasuring himself in the bathroom.

I fell back onto the bed, surprisingly without a trace of tears.

After all, for a woman my age, crying and breaking down would be undignified.