I text my friends in our group chat, now named GANGBANG INTO THE ROOF, and wait for a reply from anyone. When no one comes back to me for ten minutes because I guess they're busy, I open Instagram and search my ex-boyfriend's profile.

I met Shawn Austin after I joined our uni's LGBTQIAP+++ organisation. It was love at first sight for him, but it took me a while to catch feelings. He was the one always checking up on me, asking how my day went, and insisted me to send selfies to him. He treated me to lunch and got along well with Jared, Sophia, and Irina.

We only started dating in our last year in uni. We even moved in together after my roommate graduated last summer. Everything was looking bright and sunny for us. We had plans for the future, about what we wanted to do and what we wanted to achieve.

Obviously, none of our shared plans is going to happen now.

I'm not following him anymore, or, to be more specific, he soft-blocked me (which means he blocked and unblocked me so that I won't be notified that we unfollow each other).

Then there's his new post. With a new guy. And they're standing in front of a carousel, holding hands.

The caption reads: Thank you for being there when I needed someone the most. I love you.

I click on the other dude's username and find that he's been posting photos with Shawn even weeks before we fell out. This makes it pretty clear that Shawn had been planning to break up with me way, way back, and he used my job loss as leverage to ultimately do it.

He's been cheating on me and making me look stupid for so long. And I didn't even see the signs. I am so stupid!

I cannot believe this. It hasn't been a week since we broke up and he's already dating? I mean, I'm not shaming people who move on fast or anything. If I'm going to be honest, I still am hurt by what happened and the only reason why I don't talk about our breakup is that it just makes me really fucking sad.

It's not you, it's me my arse. Yeah, it is definitely you that's the problem because you've already moved on. You probably were even banging the guy before you broke up with me! This is unbelievable. You're unbelievable, Shane Austin. I fucking hate you!

I screenshot Shawn's latest Instagram post and the photos from his new guy whose name is Finn judging by his username finnaldestination, before sending it to our group chat.

kian not kean: bastard's been cheating on me for weeks

My short mental breakdown is cut off when I hear my name being called. I only have a few seconds to rewire my brain and focus on what's important: passing this job interview. I take a deep breath, put on a smile, and enter the office.

Here goes nothing.