When You Are The Practice Girlfriend
My ex got engaged this weekend. I guess I should have seen it coming.
Somehow, though, it still felt like a slap in the face. After all this time. After I had gotten over the initial sting of seeing him happy with someone else. For so long, I told myself that things could never work out with her, because there was some key ingredient that the two of them did not have together — something which I had kept with me when he left. It was only a matter of time, I thought, until they would break apart.
And then it became clear that they weren’t going to break up, at least not in the satisfying, immediate way I thought they would.
And then they got engaged.
And here I am.
My friend called me to ask if I had seen the news on Facebook, the hundreds of people congratulating…
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