My Boyfriend Ghosted Me

After 15 years together. Do I care? Meh.

Bev Potter
3 min readSep 27, 2023


Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

Look, I’ll be the first to admit that if I were me, I wouldn’t want to be friends with me. You could be literally on fire and I’d think, “This is going to ruin my day.”

I’m like an opera singer going through their warm-ups.

It’s all me-me-me.

But it’s also my responsibilities.

My second husband and I divorced (I say this like it was a team effort, but obviously, it was not) in large part because the 20-year age difference meant he was ready to retire and move out west, while I was still tethered to a job and to my mom.

I’m still tethered to my mom, only more so.

Since the pandemic, I won’t go to a restaurant. I won’t go to the movies. I flit around the office like a squirrel on crack because I don’t want to inhale other people’s germs and I still got sick.

Yes, after four years of vigilance, something got me.

Short of living in a cave and never coming out, it’s inevitable that I sometimes catch something. But my prime directive is to not give it to my mom. Which is difficult considering I’m her only source of things like, I dunno, food.



Bev Potter

Legal secretary by day, insomniac by night. Ally. BA, MA. Humor, pop culture, and things that make you think. My weekly-ish newsletter is