That weekend, Aaron came over with groceries.
She still thought there might be a compromise.
“Maybe Vanessa could stay a month and Colin could pay.”
I looked at her.
“Why didn’t you offer your guest room?”
“I don’t know her.”
“Neither do I.”
That stopped her.
Then I finally said something I should have said years earlier.
“Everyone keeps finding reasons why I should be the person who gives something up.”
Aaron looked uncomfortable.
I continued.
“You do it too. You assume I’ll manage because I always manage.”
“That’s not fair.”
“You think I’m the easiest person to push.”
She left angry.
That night, I opened the wedding folder.
I calculated the deposits I would lose if I canceled.
$2,400.
It hurt.
But not enough to marry someone I no longer trusted.
Before I could finish making the decision, Ruth emailed me.
Colin had shown up at my house while I was still at work.
