For Ten Years, I Gave Him Everything a Wife Would — Then He Told Me He’d Never Marry Me. I Stayed Calm, but What I Put on the Kitchen Table the Next Morning Left Him Speechless – Page 8

Then, suddenly, he turned toward me.

“Fine.”

I frowned.

“Fine what?”

“If marriage matters this much to you, we’ll get married.”

For ten years, I had imagined hearing those words.

I thought I would cry.

I thought I would throw my arms around him.

Instead, I felt almost nothing.

I shook my head.

“No.”

David stared at me.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I don’t want you to marry me because you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Yes, you are.”

I looked down at the papers.

“Yesterday, marriage was meaningless. Today, after seeing these documents, suddenly you’re ready?”

He had no answer.

I continued quietly.

“I wanted you to choose me when you felt safe. When you thought I would stay anyway. That would have meant something.”

His eyes dropped.

“This doesn’t?”

“No.”

The room went silent.

Then David asked the question I think he had been afraid to ask since he walked into the kitchen.

“Are you leaving me?”