“take a bow (2008)”

Right before things got really intense (when there were no confirmed cases in my area and nobody really taking it too seriously), my boyfriend called me from a business trip and said he was coming home but had potential exposure and would need to self-quarantine. In actuality, he just needed an excuse to be MIA so that he could be unfaithful. I found out and broke up with him, and then the next day our city basically went on lockdown. I'm sad, disappointed, and feeling intensely alone in my apartment. I know I shouldn't care, but I wonder if he's quarantining with the other woman, bonding with her and building a relationship in the wake of the one he destroyed with me. I'm tired of being surrounded by his things as I work from home, but we're not speaking and there is no plan for him to come get them. Even if they were gone, this place is filled with the memory of him, and I feel utterly trapped in its prison.