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An Unlikely Bride

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Sally: OK?

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Sally: He just called me up ‘wanted to see how you were’, fine. ‘How are you?’, fine. His secretary’s on vacation, everything’s all backed up and he’s got a big case to do, blah blah blah. And I’m sitting on the phone I’m thinking, I’m over him, I really am over him. I can’t believe that I’d ever be remotely interested in any of that.

And then he said I have some news. She works in his office, she’s a paralegal, her name is Kimberley. (Sob, Sob.)

He just met her. She’s suppose to be his transitional person, she’s not suppose to be the one. All this time I’ve been saying that he didn’t want to get married, but the truth is, he didn’t want to marry me. He didn’t love me.

Harry: If you could take him back right now, would you?

Sally: No, but why didn’t he want to marry me? What’s the matter with me?

Harry: Aw, nothing.

Sally: I’m difficult.

Harry: You’re challenging.

Sally: I’m too structured, I’m completely closed off.

Harry: But in a good way.

Sally: No, no, no I drove him away, and I’m going to be forty.

Harry: When?

Sally: Someday.

At least Joe called her to tell her. Even if we’re not in speaking terms right now (I started it – I just ignored his text messages one day which resulted in a spat), I still thought we were okay, civil, at the very least. Come on, he works for my dad, bumping into him is inevitable, and surely, he’s always reminded of me everytime he goes to his office since our family portrait is prominently displayed.

I whined about this to my boyfriend, and his usual understanding self calmed whatever self-doubts that started to surface. For a while, I started to question my self-worth, getting more and more convinced that marriage is not for me because men will always want me for all the wrong reasons except to be their wife.

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It would have been really cool if my boyfriend proposed right then and there just to appease me. But since we both share the same philosophy on weddings and how fake it is, I doubt that we’re getting married ourselves.

I’m just pissed though. Come on! I was sooo looking forward to make this year’s Valentine’s happier as opposed to last year, THE day he actually chose to break up with me. He ruined this year too, without even really trying.