Thanks for Not Showing Up
On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted.
I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt.
She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama.
[Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?]
When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed.
"She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?"
My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother.
"Leon, do you still want to marry me?"