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Modern Love

Author Read: He Cared About Me, So I Broke Up With Him

Modern Love

The New York Times

Society & Culture, Nyt, Nytimes, Loss, Redemption, Storytelling, New York Times, Love, Essay

4.39K Ratings

🗓️ 17 November 2023

⏱️ 12 minutes

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Jessica Slice reads her Modern Love essay, “He Cared About Me, So I Broke Up With Him." To hear our conversation with Jessica, listen to the episode: “He Cared About Me, So I Broke Up With Him.”

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Love now and do you fall.

0:04.0

Do you follow the love?

0:06.0

I'm stronger than anything.

0:08.0

I'm not love for love.

0:09.0

And I love you more than anything.

0:12.0

They're still love.

0:13.0

From the New York Times, I'm Anna Martin.

0:18.0

This is Modern Love.

0:20.0

Jessica Slice wrote a Modern Love essay about a guy she was dating years ago.

0:24.5

This guy was kind and dependable and caring.

0:27.8

He really listened and he made it clear that he was serious about her.

0:31.8

In other words, this was the kind of guy that

0:35.2

Jessica always ran from. Here's Jessica reading her full Modern Love essay.

0:49.0

David said he knew I was interested because of my body language. I had turned to face him on the small wooden bench,

0:52.0

tucking my feet under me and resting my arm on the backrest.

0:56.0

He was carrying a backpack and asked if I wanted to borrow Joan Didion slouching towards Bethlehem. But he had misread my body language.

1:07.8

I was not trying to show I was interested. The truth is, benches hurt my body and turning to the side was the only way to make

1:16.2

sitting there tolerable. I have Ayler Stanlos Syndrome, a painful connective tissue disorder, and dysedonomia, which affects my ability to sit, stand,

1:27.0

digest, and regulate temperature. Because of these illnesses, many positions are either painful or impossible to sustain for more than a minute or two.

1:40.0

Leaning straight back against the wooden slats with David that day head nudged my ribs out of place.

1:48.0

They ached. My bruised pelvis throbbed on the firm surface. Turning to the side allowed me to adjust my

1:55.7

weight onto the meteor part of my bottom. I could use my arm to prop myself away from the

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