She was tempted. She really was.
It would have been so easy to flip him off as he looked back at her in his rearview mirror one last time.
But, she was raised better than that.
She started too though…
It still didn’t seem real to her.
They shopped for rings!
But, it was really over.
He told her from the beginning that he wasn’t “the marrying kind.”
She thought that he’d grow out of it. That he’d grow up.
She suddenly remembered something she read on a fridge magnet at a friend’s home, “Love is not blind – it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.”
The “her” she was before him seemed like a stranger now.
She thought about signing birthday cards and not writing his name too. Her eyes started to sting.
She knew that she’d never love that way again. She knew that people would try to tell her otherwise. She knew that they would be wrong.
She also knew that not a day would go by that she wouldn’t regret not fighting harder.
Everything was going to be different from this point on.
He was the love of her life. There was no questioning that.
She went back inside the apartment. Everything was a reminder.
She was going to have to move.
She poured herself a cup of tea and curled up under a blanket on the couch.
There’d be tear-filled conversations with friends. There’d be wine drunk. There’d be ice cream eaten.
She just didn’t have the strength for that yet.
She stared out the window at the softly falling snow. She took a sip of the warm tea. She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
She probably should have told him that she was pregnant.