Three Years and Eighteen Goodbyes
For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times.
The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight.
I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day.
The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road.
After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose.
Eventually, I chose to walk away.
But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.