Relationships are based on mutual respect, consistency, and support. For two years, I thought we had that. But last night, when I needed him most, the campus printer made it clear that he no longer respects me.
My essay, “Analyzing Statistical Accounting through Taylor Swift Lyrics” was ready to print.
“Error: Paper Jam.”
I restarted him, hoping the reset would wake him up and remind him of who we were. What we had. But he refused.
Looking back, the red flags were there. The “low toner” threats. The “paper jam” excuses. The way he’d go offline for hours without explanation. Still, I stayed. I believed in us. But last night, he showed me his true colors: black, white, cyan, and magenta.
In a moment of desperation, I ran to the library. There, I met another printer. I thought maybe this one would be different. He seemed kinder. More available.
“Paper Jam. I need space.”
God. The most predictable line in the breakup playbook.
We’re over now. I’ve accepted that.
I’ve already placed an order for a personal printer. One that respects me. One that wants to print for me.
It’s time to move on. Some relationships just aren’t meant to last.
