My chest was ready to explode with rage. I was having dinner with my boyfriend, and our conversation kept getting interrupted by his text messages.
Every few minutes his eyes would widen, and he would look down while I was in mid-sentence.
“Why can’t you turn off your phone,” I asked. “We’re having dinner.”
Of course, I knew the messages from “her” — an ex-girlfriend of his who didn’t like the fact that I was now dating him.