We needed more savings. A house first. Better timing. I loved him, so I kept believing there really would be a “later.”
Then one evening, I came home from the gym earlier than usual. Adrian was on the phone.
I was about to walk into the room when I heard my name. I stopped. Then Adrian laughed.
“Come on. Just because we’ve been together eight years doesn’t mean anything.”
There was a pause. Then he said: “She’s NOT wife material.” My entire body went still.
“She’s great to live with, sure. Life is easy with her. But a wife? No.
That’s different.” For several seconds, I couldn’t move. Eight years of supporting him.
Loving him. Building a future in my mind. And apparently, to Adrian…
I was simply convenient. I didn’t walk into the room. I didn’t demand an explanation.
