Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

A/N: Sorry about the wait for this one. Life got busy :) I know this is a shorter chapter, but good news. Edward's POV of this one will be up in a few days...hopefully Monday.

BPOV

"I really can't believe I fell for this shit again," I mumbled to myself as I finished up yet another glass of wine. I had no idea how many glasses I had gotten out of the bottle, but it was now empty. While I hadn't forgotten everything, my body was feeling pretty damn good.

When I woke up this morning I found a note from Edward on his pillow. It proved that he had come home that night, but he was long gone by the time I woke up. In the note, he begged for forgiveness. He apologized several times for standing me up last night and pleaded with me to give him a chance to make it up to me.

He asked me in the note to meet him at the restaurant where we had our first date. Stupidly, I sent him a text earlier and let him know that I would meet him. I took my time, showering and shaving, fixing my hair and applying my makeup. It turned out that all my efforts were for nothing.

I had been sitting at this table all alone for hours, being stared at by every other couple that entered the doors. The waiter kept coming by to see if I was ready to give up the table, but stubbornly, I refused. I had accidentally left my phone at home so I had nothing to do but people watch. I nibbled on my appetizer and looked around the large dining room, narrowing my eyes at all the happy couples.

After another few minutes the waiter returned with a timid smile on his face. He was probably waiting for me to get up so he could give away my table to another couple in love.

"Miss, I've taken the liberty of calling you a cab. It's waiting out front for you now," he said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse. Standing up, I wobbled a bit and grabbed the waiter's arm to stable myself.

"Thank you. Just let me settle the bill," I replied, fumbling through my purse for my wallet. He slowly began walking me toward the exit as I continued my search.

"No need, m'am. A credit card was given at the time of reservation and has already been charged," he said. I nodded my head as we stepped out into the cool night air. He opened the door of the cab for me and I turned to face him.

"Thank you for a lovely night," I said before getting into the cab and going home. The cool air and the cab ride home helped me to sober up a bit. It also gave me time to think. I knew what I had to do.

I walked into the apartment and of course he wasn't there, which did nothing but piss me off more. I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and sipped it while I walked around the living room.

I couldn't believe that he had stood me up again. How many times in the past few months had he disappointed me? How many more times was I going to let him do it? I supported him fully in his dreams. I knew it wasn't going to be easy with him vying for the chief resident position at the hospital, but I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be the only one who gave a damn about our relationship. I couldn't be the only one making sacrifices. My heart had been trampled on and broken too many times to count and I wasn't going to let it happen again. As much as I loved Edward, I couldn't live this life. I wanted more. I wanted marriage and kids…a family. I wanted all that with Edward, but could we ever truly be a family? Did I wanted to bring kids into this world with a dad who would never be around and miss important things? I knew what the hospital meant to him and what being Chief Resident meant as well. As much as I supported him, I needed time. I needed him to leave, I needed to reevaluate my life.

Tears streaming down my face, I walked into our bedroom and opened the closet. I grabbed as many clothes as I could and carried them into the living room. Sitting them on the couch, I walked back into our bedroom and grabbed the carry-on bag from our set of luggage. I opened drawers and threw in underwear and socks. I walked into the bathroom and threw in a toothbrush, body wash, deodorant and anything else I could find.

I walked back into the living room as I zipped up the bag. Hearing the apartment door open, I turned around to see him walk inside.