I arrived late at the restaurant for dinner with our friends and approached the table without my fiancé noticing me. He was saying, “I don’t want to marry her anymore. She’s far too pathetic for me.” Everyone was laughing as I took off the ring. But the smiles disappeared… when I revealed one detail. – Hetaqrqir

anything.
“I don’t want to marry her anymore,” he said.
A few people laughed.
He continued.
“She’s just… pathetic.”
This time, the laughter came easier.
Not shocked. Not uncomfortable.
Genuine.
The kind that told me this wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that.
I stopped where I was.
Pathetic?
No.
Tired, yes. Overworked, often. Quiet in rooms where continue reading …