“You’re treating me like a stranger.”
Maybe that was because he had started behaving like one.
I called Aaron next.
“I’m sorry for what I said.”
She was quiet.
Then she admitted, “Sometimes I probably do assume you’ll figure things out.”
I told her what Colin had done with Ruth.
This time, she did not suggest compromise.
“What do you need?”
“I need you to sit with me while I cancel the wedding.”
She came immediately.
I canceled the venue.
The photographer asked whether I wanted to postpone instead.
For a moment, I almost said yes.
Postponing would have been easier.
Less final.
Less embarrassing.
Less expensive.
“Cancel it,” I said.
Then I texted Colin and told him the engagement was over.
He said we shouldn’t make permanent decisions while angry.
I disagreed.
The next day, I hired a property manager named Beth.
Her fee was ten percent of the rent—$145 every month.
