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The absolute audacity of Christopher Beck. He broke up with you over an email that would be viewed by who knows who at NASA. He said he didn't think a long distance relationship would be fair. This coming from the same man who said two of the other astronauts were married with families. They were in the same situation. But know, Chris - no, Dr. Beck - thought he was doing you a favor. Fucking asshole.
The first two weeks you were a mess. You cried a lot. You vented a lot to your friends. Now you were a little less angry and a little less hurt. You didn't think the pain would ever go away.
Now it has been two years. You knew they had reached Earth safely and had went through all the checks and adjustments needed to exist in gravity. You knew they had their phones back because you woke up one more morning to a text.
- Hi sweetheart, I'm home. Can we talk?
You had ignored it for a day. How did you want to respond? Did you tell him to go fuck himself or give him a chance? The group chat all agreed to tell him to fuck off, so you tried it.
- I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name.
- Who is this?