I was heartbroken but composed. “If that’s how you feel, then okay,” I said. “But can we have one final dinner? Just the two of us—for closure.”
He agreed.
The next morning, I put a plan into motion. Instead of sulking, I called my close friend Devon—a tattoo artist I’d known for years. When I told him my idea, he grinned. “Let’s do it.”
A week later, Tyler showed up looking sharp, probably expecting an emotional evening. I prepared a cozy dinner, complete with jazz and chocolate mousse for dessert. After dinner, I handed him a small velvet box with a card and a tattoo voucher inside.
“A tattoo?” he asked.
“You always talked about getting one—something meaningful,” I said. “Think of it as a farewell gift.”
He seemed touched. “That’s… thoughtful,” he said softly.
The next day, Tyler went to Devon’s studio, excited to get his tattoo. He skipped seeing the design and trusted it was what we’d discussed. Hours later, Devon sent me a photo. It read, in elegant black script: “Property of Patricia – Always a Mama’s Boy.”
My phone blew up the next morning. Tyler was furious, and Patricia wasn’t far behind. Messages poured in—some shocked, others amused. When Tyler showed up at my door, upset, I stayed calm. “I thought it was meaningful,” I said. “After all, you said I wasn’t part of your future.”
He didn’t have a reply.
Eventually, Patricia even came by, but I didn’t open the door. Six months later, I heard Tyler had moved back in with his mom, his freelance work having slowed down. He was working on removing the tattoo, but the outline still lingered.
As for me? I’m in a happy relationship—with Devon. Turns out, planning a creative goodbye can spark new beginnings. While Patricia might’ve been right that I wasn’t a fit for their version of the future, I ended up creating a far better one for myself.