Thanks for Stepping Aside
On the way to get our marriage certificate for the twentieth time, Rolf Trivett regretted it once again.
In eight years, this was our twentieth attempt to get the certificate.
But every time we reached City Hall, he would always say he needed time to care for his seriously ill childhood friend and couldn't promise to marry me.
This time, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him, "If she’s never going to get better, does that mean you’ll never marry me? What am I to you?"
Rolf immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "I've already promised to take care of her for life. Can you stop being so selfish?
"Besides, we've been together for eight years. What difference does it make if we don't get this certificate?"