Just wondering.
Just wondering.
Just wondering.
I reached out to a friend I hadn't spoken to in a couple of years after she did this. Sent her a private message. She said she's divorced and when I asked if she's OK and how the kids are getting on, I got ghosted.
Also got another guy friend who I offered support when he was going through a real rough patch with his wife. He told his wife to tell my wife to tell me that he doesn't want to talk.
I guess people don't want to talk about it.
This is a normal transition to marriage. Couples will enter a social media cocoon as their accounts and associated content are liquefied and reconstituted into a final mature state of matrimonial bliss.
Please witness their emergence as a single, beautiful, contiguous organism, at 5pm Saturday on Magnolia Terrace Landing Events Center and Disco-tech. Formal dress. Cash bar. Parking in lot adjacent to building.
No flash photography, as it can startle the newly conjoined marital couple.
Immediately followed up by:
"So...like...is she single now?"
If this were a comment on my social media to answer...well first of all I would have to clarify with them "you must mean my second broken engagement, right? The first one happened before Facebook, back in 2005, but we had MySpace then I think, but still, you mean 2024?".
"Well, see what happened in 2024 was, August 17th we were supposed to be wed. I picked the anniversary of my best friend's death for our wedding date as a way of making her a part of it, and also as a way to bring some joy to what used to be the worst day of the year. Now it'll be our wedding anniversary ever year! We can party!
Come August 13th though, my fiancés struggle with meth addiction/psychosis took the wheel again, and drove him off into outer space.
He dumped me on his way off the planet though, because apparently (and I quote), "we can't be together because there is a woman waiting in the states for me to go breed with her, so I can pass on my super powers. I would have tried with you, but you're too old."
Haha, omg. Steal my last few years of good fetility then call me too old to have a kid like I've always wanted to, like I made sure you wanted to before i even agreed to start this relationship, that we used to always daydream about, that we made plans for including picking out a name, until you changed your mind out of nowhere one day, and now you're saying this "too old" shit to me while you're in the process of leaving me at the fucking altar, essentially? Wow.
And now, you might have expected that this cruel quote of his would be the craziest part of this story. It's not. The crazier part is this: I had just taken that motherfucker back!!
Just a month ago, we got back together. In retrospect, what would follow should not have been a surprise, but... we only got to spend like 2 weeks together as a couple before his next relapse/psychotic break would disappear him from my life again. Haven't heard a peep from him in 2 weeks now. No idea where he is or if he's ok. No idea if he's even alive.
And I was the genius who said, "sure, I'll trust you one more time".
That's what happened."