We Already Hired a Baker
I was dumped two weeks before my wedding. We’d been dating for five years, and I’d popped the question in the same place we’d had our first kiss. She looked so happy, I thought she’d burst.
We spent the next few months excitedly inviting friends, hiring a cake baker, and choosing a venue. Our relationship was pretty low maintenance, and I trusted her completely. Soon enough, it all fell apart.
In fact, I trusted her so completely that I didn’t even bat an eye when, after I had to leave a trip we were on a day early for work, she decided to hang behind with a friend of mine from college.
I’m not sure if their cheating was premeditated, I think it just happened, because she ended up panicking and telling me he forced himself on her. I was shocked.
I took nearly a week off from work to console her and try to get her help. I only began to grow suspicious when she started to change her story, saying he “may not have” done it.
Then it changed to she “enjoyed it” even if it wasn’t consensual. Then the story changed to it being totally consensual, and finally, she’d decided she’d imagined the entire thing.
Unfortunately for her, as bad of a liar as she was, my former friend was even worse. He came clean about the entire thing when I told him that she had.
Before I even had time to process this, she dumped me after I came home from my first day back at work and told me that I “made her too happy” and that she “did not want to be happy.”
Having my entire world disappear in a single week devastated me. My brother and friends looked after me for the next few days. It took quite some time to find myself again.
I like to believe I’m over it, but even retelling this story fills me with the same feelings of betrayal and rage. There really are few things worse than being left at the altar. Permalink