Her Toxic Love, My Masterpiece

For three years, my Nashville apartment was a vibrant storm of Jenny' s laughter and music, a shared dream with my girlfriend.

But on our anniversary, the silence screamed louder than any note when her text popped up: "Jenny Smith has blocked you."

It was Caleb, her narcissistic best friend, throwing another tantrum, and I was the sacrificial lamb again.

I thought I knew the script-her swift unblock, the empty apologies, the constant cycle of her choosing him over me.

Then, on my birthday, Jenny dropped to one knee, a beautiful Gibson guitar in her hand, proposing right in front of our…