Enough of Being Stood Up
After Nathan Seville stands me up for the seventh time we're supposed to register our marriage, I finally cut all ties with him—completely and on my own terms.
If he shows up at a gathering, I don't go.
If he's invited to perform at the college anniversary, I leave early.
The moment my company decides to work with him, I resign on the spot.
Even on Christmas Eve, when he shows up at my house with gifts, I make up an excuse about needing to visit someone.
Calls? Blocked. Socials? Deleted. My strategy is simple—cut it all off.
I don't reach out, and he has no way of finding me.
For the first 30 years of my life, I spent most of it loving him with everything I had.
I cared for him, supported him, and waited for him.
But after being left hanging for the seventh time at the City Hall, I finally wake up. I don't want to live like this anymore.
Even if I end up alone, it's still better than spending night after night waiting in an empty house that never feels like home!