My son’s first girlfriend broke up with him over group text.
In typical sixth grade fashion she told him, “I have something to tell you, but I don’t want to because it will make you mad.”
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This was their text conversation (spelling and punctuation edited for clarity):
Her: I need to tell you something but I don’t want to because it will make you mad.
Him: OK
Her: What do you mean, OK
Him: OK, don’t tell me
Her: Why, don’t you want to know?
Him: You said you didn’t want to tell me. If you want to then do, if not, then don’t.
She was basically like this guy:
As adults we can all see what she was doing. The universal thing that all middle school girls have done and will do for all time. She was trying to get him to ask, so she could be all dramatic , but it would be his fault, because he asked. My son is the antithesis of drama. He thought that if she didn’t want to tell him, he wasn’t going to push her. His poor little twelve-year-old mind didn’t recognize what she was after.
The next day she texted him in a group chat with all her friends:
Her: I think I like someone else
Him: OK
Her: You don’t want to know who?
Him: Not really
Her: I’m breaking up with you.
I imagine she was a bit like this:
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From reading these texts an outside observer would think he didn’t care. The problem was that he not only suffered from being an oblivious almost teen boy, but he is also profoundly dyslexic. He HATES typing things, even in text. The truth was, he really liked this girl and didn’t understand why she was acting that way, or why she seemed so mad at him after this exchange.
They have not spoken since.
Rebecca Lamprey 