bad luck 4 2 buck chuck

I live in LA and my BF of 3 years lives in Newport. I drove down to his place to WFH and had the most amazing quarantine time. I bonded with his friends and roommates, enjoyed the nice breaks of warm sun and many more White Claws and wine than I'd like to admit.

I joked with him Saturday "Are you getting enough of me yet?" to which he laughed and replied, "Nope!" We enjoyed each other's company and felt so good. Our time together for the few days of quarantine were magical, it was almost like we turned back time to how we were when we first started dating. I felt nothing could beat it and this was what we needed to get our relationship back on track.

Welp, come Saturday night and a few games of beer pong later, I'm in trouble. Apparently I am celebrating with my teammates (BF's BFF and roommate) more than I was with my opponent (BF and his other teammate). Guess the Whiteclaws made me too friendly? I get a text message that night from BF asking me to leave.

After cleaning the place that night, I sent myself to bed and we exchanged a few more text messages (rather than talking in person, of course) and things went not-so-pretty. When we wake up next to each other on Sunday, I ask if we can talk. He abruptly replies, "No, I want you out of the house." So that was it. I packed up my things and left without him even saying anything more.

Since then, I've sent multiple messages with no response.

Now not only am I alone during a pandemic, I might no longer have a BF at the end of this quarantine. Plus... I left my few bottles of Trader Joe's wine behind.