He Called Me Dirty While Feeding Her From His Spoon

Synopsis

I'd been with my boyfriend, Ryan Stone, for seven years. His germaphobia had gotten worse over time. Anything that got dirty, he'd throw away without a second thought. To accommodate him, I wiped every surface in the house with disinfectant. Before any physical contact, I'd sanitize my hands with alcohol. But it was never enough. Then his childhood sweetheart, Emily Goodwin, came back. On the way to her welcome dinner, I suddenly got my period. Ryan glared at the stained seat cushion and shouted, "Can't you hold it in?" I apologized, flustered. He gave me a cold look. "Go by yourself. It's too dirty." He left me there and drove off. I finally made it to the private dining room. Through the gap in the door, I saw Ryan and Emily sharing a spoon. I froze. So he was the dirty one. Not me. If something were dirty, I should throw it away. And a dirty man? I should throw him away, too.