He Chose Her for the World Cup. I Chose To Leave
I finally scored the World Cup tickets my fiancé, Louis, had been dying to get. I was thrilled and about to tell him the good news when I overheard his friend talking to him:
"Skyler turned down a design gig at Milan Fashion Week just to be with you, and now you’re giving the ticket to Monica? That’s a dick move, man."
Louis just chuckled, his tone dismissive. "Watching it with her is boring. You know I’m used to having Monica around for every World Cup."
So he had already gotten tickets, and he never planned on taking me.
The realization hit me then: for the past twelve years, every single World Cup, he had been by Monica’s side.
Every time their team scored, she was the first person he hug