This First Person article is the experience of Jessyka Hagen, who lives in Airdrie, Alta. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.
I stared at Jordan and wondered how I had ever been in love with him. It was a chilly winter night and we had been arguing.
Frustrated, I blurted out words that changed my relationship forever.
“I’m done. You win.”
Jordan and I separated soon after.
The couple who argued that night in the kitchen was nothing like the couple we used to be when we met seven years ago.
There used to be a time when being with Jordan was fun. Full of adventure. Chaos. High highs and low lows. Intoxicating.
Jordan and I met at a pub where I was bartending. He came in for his friend’s birthday lunch. He instantly stood out from the crowd. Not because he was wearing baggy white jeans, a tropical bird …