I thought that our seven-year love was finally reaching its happy ending. Counting the days felt especially long and I was so excited that I lost sleep every night.
On the day of my dream, I put on a custom-made dress and spent a long time crafting an exquisite look. Dad, Mom and my friends all teased me, saying that they had never seen someone so eager to get married.
I wasn’t eager to marry anyone. I just wanted to marry Roland and give our years of love a happy ending. But things didn’t go as planned. By the time the restaurant closed, Roland still hadn’t shown up or even called.
As expected, the other shoe finally dropped after a day of anxious waiting.
This was the countless times he left me for Lysandra. On my birthday, he went to buy medicine for Lysandra’s menstrual cramps. On our anniversary, he brought Lysandra home, claiming her toilet was blocked and she couldn’t stay there. Even when I had acute gastroenteritis, he first went to take Lysandra’s dog to the vet.
Time and again, I felt like I had become exceptionally patient and enduring, but in reality, I was just unwilling to give up the seven years and youth we had shared.