I Am Not Your Keyword
With our wedding right around the corner, I stumbled across a long list of toll receipts on my boyfriend's phone.
He'd hit the road in the dead of night, drive 12 hours straight, and then turn around and drive all the way back the next day just to keep me from finding out.
Staring at that brutal schedule, my friends tried to reassure me.
"It's completely normal. Guys get cold feet before getting married. Give him a little time, and he'll snap out of it."
Unconvinced, I followed him to Charleston in the middle of the night, where I saw a girl sitting in his passenger seat.
They got out of the car and walked into a hotel together. Panic surged through me, followed by pure rage. I bolted a